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nrdmssgs · 11 months

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John Price x reader (friends2lovers) part 2

Masterlist

Part 1

Pairing: Price x civilian afab reader

Summary: John fights his demons in the middle of the night, and you are clearly not helping. He doesn't mind, though.

Warnings: smut (under cut), kissing, body worship, oral (f receiving)

AN: Ok, apparently i'll need another part to end this one. Sorry guys, I tried to keep it clean and short, but I've failed. Price is still a big caring softie here.

Thank you for patience, dear @fruitymoonbeams-blog I hope, it was worth it.

“I thought, we had a deal. Something about you not working at my place?” His voice is still gruff after sleep as he stops behind the couch, but you don't even flinch, keeping reading and highlighting some text at the bottom of one of your documents. “I just need to review these contracts before next week,” you answer, not paying much attention to John. “Besides, I had enough sleep this day, hey—” He takes his reading glasses off your face and picks you up off the couch. “You are going to sleep.” He isn't event asking you, it is statement. You desperately grab a fist full of papers, before he carries you to your bedroom.

You ask him, why was he up in the middle of the night anyway, and he stiffens. “My brain chose violence today.” He gently lays you down on the bed and brushes a stray of your hair out of your face. “Nevermind... You know, what the real question is, though? Why did you steal m` bloody glasses? Old age hit you suddenly? Cant see a single freaking letter, granny?”

“Oh, shut up, you old bastard.” You reach out to grab his glasses, but he catches your hand mid-flight. “You're not getting those back, darling. But if you want your bedtime stories so bad, I can read them to you.” He takes the contracts from you, walks around the bed and lies down on the other side. "Where did you stop? On a tale of ... “repaying forfeits procedure”?" You nod and make yourself comfortable, resting your head on his shoulder.

He reads your contract in a quiet and calm voice. You ask him a couple of times to mark something in the text, but very soon your eyelids become heavy. When your breathing calms and deepens and you no longer comment on his reading, John sets aside the contracts and turns off the bedside lamp. He lies in the dark for a while, his fingers lightly tracing circles on your back. He takes in every second of this peaceful heaven: the silence, your barely audible breath, the warmth spreading through his body from where your cheek touches his chest. That moment of calm was worth stealing you away from the rest of the world for a few days.

He embraces you and shifts his weight to put you on a pillow. Before releasing his hand from under your head, he freezes, admiring your face. When you fall asleep, the wrinkles in the corners of your eyes, appearing from concentrated reading, smooth out. Price loves moments when your face is so relaxed. He leans down and whispers "Sweet dreams", barely touching your forehead with his lips. This is not even a real kiss. He wouldn't dare.

And just when he is about to move away, he hears your muffled voice. “You missed, Price. My lips are right there.” Your words catch him off guard and paralyze his mind. He doesn't move, doesn't even breathe for a few long seconds. His face still looms over yours as you slowly open your eyes. John can't believe his ears, so he searches for an approval in your soft gaze. You brush your fingers against his torso, your touch is light and not really demanding of anything. But for him, a warmth of your skin piercing through his shirts` fabric is everything that makes any sense right now. John looks down at your lips, closes his eyes and sighs. “Don't do this to me.”

As soon as you hear his words, your hands fall down on the bed. “I've misread.” Your voice does not change, and this phrase sounds just as warm and relaxed. But he can feel your pulse quicken and your face going warmer with an embarrassed blush. "No... No, you got it right." He moves back a few inches to see your entire face. "I want it. I dream about it. But I don't want to fuck up… our friendship. Can't afford to lose you.”

You stare at him confused and he proceeds. “I don't want one-night stand, I make a shitty “friend with benefit”... and even if you be so merciful to let such a duffer in your life - I don't want to drag you into the chaos of my work. I want to keep you safe from my problems. So there is no possible scenario—”

He stops talking, when you cover your eyes with your hand. “John…” You sigh heavily, massage your eyes, and move your hand away from your face. “Do you remember that time a few years ago, when your wound didn't heal properly, and you ended up in a hospital on Christmas?” He nods and squints slightly. “Of course, I remember. I ruined your vacation that time. You were supposed to sunbathe somewhere, and instead you kept visiting me in that hellhole.”

“There was no vacation.” The words escape your lips with a sad smile. “I haven’t taken any days off for a long time so that I could rush to you if anything happens. And every time you leave, I practically settle in my office only to run away from thoughts about you. I don't even know if I ever see you again, every time you get deployed. And as much as I hate the feeling, I chew it up. I am already not safe from your problems, Price…”

His deep blue eyes slowly widen, his face becomes more serious and dejected as he slowly remembers all the times when you came to help or take care of him, motivating this with lack of other plans. A heavy silence hangs in the air. He slowly and carefully hugs you, draws you closer and presses his lips to the top of your head. "Putting you through all this, not noticing anything. Guess, I'm just a bloody ignorant idiot." You feel him pulling you closer, hiding you in his hands.

“This is not an ignorance, John,” you smile, although sound somewhat bitter. “It's your way of… well, living through all this. And if you want to keep things this way - I won't cross any lines. Can't afford to lose you too. So… how about we forget this, meet tomorrow morning and go on enjoying our friendship?”

“No.” His lips are grazing over your forehead and down your cheeks. “I'm not forgetting this tomorrow.” A warm kiss is pressed against the corner of your lips. “And if you allow, I'll make you remember as well.” His hand cradles your head, fingers sink into your curls. Despite his soft touch, you can feel his skin burning, as his thumb brushes over your cheek. “But… only if and as long as you let me.” He doesn't move, waiting for your consent.

“My lips are still right there.” You almost feel something cracking and melting in his mind, as he hears your answer. John leans in and your lips meet. His first touch is gentle, even reserved in a way. As if he desperately holds back, trying to not scare you off. A second kiss feels almost the same: cautious and discreet, despite his lips linger a bit longer on yours. But when he kisses you for a third time, everything changes. He lets out a barely audible sigh, holding you by the back of your head, his tongue barely brushing the softest skin of your lips. This one is longer, much longer, as you respond to his movements, and he closes his eyes, losing himself in the feeling.

He feels as if the time itself stood still. You are right there, in his hands, alive and so warm and welcoming of his touch. And it wasn't one of his feverish dreams, because this time he actually felt your joyful eagerness to feel him closer, to embrace him tighter. He forced himself to pull away and pressed his forehead against yours. "If you don't want it, if you change your mind at any point - just say a word. Please, don't let me go on if you don't—”

You cut him off with another kiss. Hungry and long. He moans breathlessly into your mouth, his tongue parting your lips, his hands clutching around you. You feel how desperate his body for your touch is, how he shudders just when your fingers brush over his jaw. His muscles flex as he shifts his weigh, now looming over you. Your fingers slip under his shirt to run up from his stomach to his chest, meeting tense muscles radiating with heat.

“John, are you ok? You are burning…” You manage to ask, when his lips leave yours for a brief moment. “Your fault, love”. Price answers in a low, tad shaky voice, gives you one more kiss on the lips and moves down to your jawline. Every next touch is less discreet. There is hunger boiling deep inside him. And it starts spilling out, when your fingers tighten on his back. Kisses along your neck are intoxicating, tongue leaving a hot wet trail from under ear to collarbone. It's when you feel his teeth as well. You clench your teeth and sharply inhale.

John changes his behavior instantly. The place where just a second ago you felt the dangerous proximity of his teeth is now covered with kisses. "Sorry, love. It won't be this way, I promise." His voice is quiet, but you feel every word, reverberating through your rib cage, as he speaks pressing lips to your skin. You babble something, trying to reassure him, explain to him that you are not afraid of bites of him losing it, but it is useless.

“I need to say something.” His hand tucks under your shirt, fingers stroking your belly. “You drive me crazy. I've been dreaming of you for so long.” The fabric of your shirt is being slowly dragged up. “And I will do anything you want. Anything. As long as you let me be gentle to you this time.” His warm palm stops under your breasts, fingers a few inches from the most delicate skin. He knows how to make you dream about his touch. And he's not shy about using it. “If you ever wish to be with me again - it's no limits then. But this time… Please, I need it. I need to take care of you.” You nod, ready to agree to anything, as long as he doesn't stop.

He releases you from the shirt, and you are lost in his touch. His fingers and lips don't leave your body even for a split second. He whispers countless praises. "This." His warm breath rolls over your chest, teasing your nipples. “This is what I wanted to taste for so long.” His lips are soft against your breasts, he can't help but roll his tongue against your hardening nipple, ravishing in your quiet moans, moving to the other, while covering the first with his fingers. He takes his time. John maybe promised you to be gentle, but he never promised to not linger on every single inch of your beautiful breasts, tailored by mother nature so perfectly, looking so delicious.

You feel the heat spreading through and taking over your body. He's just started with you, and you are already drunk on his kisses, begging for more of him under your heavy breaths. “Patience, love. You'll get anything you ask for, but first.” He moves his hand between your thighs and gasps, feeling your soaking wetness. “Oh, poor thing, I was too caught up in a moment, didn't think you were that desperate already.” The warmth of his tongue trails down your body. “Don't worry, love, I'll make up for that.” Your panties slide down, as he pulls them. You clench your thighs together, as you are almost on the edge already, and you are a bit embarrassed to show him how painfully you need his touch, how much you crave him.

“Just a little taste, please. I'm starvin here, love,” he whispers in a raspy voice. “You are so unbelievably beautiful, you smell like heaven. I have to taste you.” You clutch at the sheet, trying to resist his voice. So John takes your hand and kisses the tips of your fingers, then gently runs his tongue over them. "I'll be very gentle. Just like this." His touch sends an electric shock through your body. You suffocate in impotent attempts to resist your desire and give in, whining. He doesn't take his eyes off you, and a satisfied smile blooms on his face. He places a few long kisses upon your sleek, before parting your glistening lips with hot tongue.

At the first touch of his tongue, tears burst out of your shut eyes. He's not just good, he's incredible. Long slow strokes from the bottom to the most sensitive spot on the top. His fingers squeeze your thighs, leaving red marks on them. He promised to be gentle... Well, his tongue is gentle. And persistent. John does not hide his pleasure, he groans, slurping against every drop of your juices. You hear every movement of his tongue, wet and slippery sounds filling the room. This only seems to spur John on. He does not leave you for a second, taking all control over your body and going on and on.

"Please... I can't hold back any longer!" You try to be more restrained, quieter, but all your attempts fail, and you just beg him to stop before you reach the peak. "Hold back? Why did you decide to hold back in the first place?” He chuckles, looking up, his voice croaky. You try to answer something articulate, but fail ultimately. “Love.” He smiles mischievously. “I want your release.” His finger slowly slides and curls inside. “I need your release. Stop holding it back.” He again clung to your cunt, caressing your swollen clit with his tongue. He didn't stop for a second, though he moaned at every wave of shivers that ran through your body. You yourself didn't know, your body could feel that good. You just lost yourself in his touch, in his hungry caresses.

Your peak washed over your body in several powerful waves. Your back arched and the sensation of his touch sent your mind spiraling, zeroing out all the sounds and colors around you. You were lost in time and space. You didn't know, how much time you've spent almost unconscious, all you knew was that you when your eyes opened again - you were in his hands. He cradled you in his hands and was not covering your face with small tender kisses. “My girl. So good to me. So sensitive. So goddamn tasty. Absolutely divine little thing.” He cooed as he kept kissing every inch of your face, gently rocking your body in his hands back and forth.

When you opened your eyes, he kissed away the last tears rolling down your jaw and smiled. “Thank you, love.” His blue eyes looked wildly beautiful with blown pupils. You found his lips, kissed him with all the gratitude and tenderness that you were capable of at that moment. As he answered on your kiss eagerly, you whispered. “John, I need you inside. Please… Please!”

His blue eyes fluttered open. He kept looking at you. "Are you sure?" his voice was quiet and deep. "Please!" you grabbed the edge of his shirt.

Without letting go of you, he sat up in bed. Your thigh gently brushed against something large, something hot and barely pulsing. "Please remember that you can stop me at any time." Desire mixed with apprehension in his eyes.

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dragonknightcal · 4 months

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Friends In All Shapes

"Hi!"

Twilight/Wolfie's head popped up as soon as someone spoke, seemingly right next to his face. He looked up and stared in confusion at the one who had spoken, expecting to see a small child.

Instead, a dog stood over him, curly tail wagging happily.

"Hi!" She said again, dropping into a play bow. "Who are you? You're a weird looking friend, but that's ok! I'm Winnie, are you staying long?"

Twilight blinked, still groggy from waking up so quickly. This dog, Winnie, spoke fast. Not at all like the dogs he was used to meeting on the road during his travels.

"Um, hello." He said uncertainly.

"Hi!" Winnie said again, hopping up and then flopping down on the ground, as if she had so much energy that she had to add steps to everything the did. "What's your name?"

She was persistent. He'd give her that. "Twi- Wolfie. I'm Wolfie."

"Oooh! That's a good name!" Winnie cheered, wagging her tail more and tilting her curly head curiously. "What kinda friend are you? I'm a golden-doodle, but Dodge says I have some Hylian Shepherd in me. He's kinda cranky."

Twilight blinked slowly, drawing himself into a sitting position and trying to process all the information she was throwing at him. "I'm...I'm not sure I know what what means." He said, tilting his head. What kind of friend was he? Did she mean dog breed? What in Hylia's name is a golden-doodle? Wild's time sure had some strange creatures.

"He's a wolf, you moron." A deeper voice said from the entrance of the stable, and both wolf and dog turned to look at the jet black dog lounging just inside the archway. He, unlike Winnie, had short hair and a keen eye. This must be the 'Dodge' Winnie had mentioned. He was, in fact, very grumpy, it seemed.

"A Wolf?" Winnie looked confused. "Nooo, those are the bitey ones with the mean faces. His face isn't mean, and he has people! He's a friend!"

Twilight tuned out the two dogs' conversation from there. It was too early for animal shenanigans, in his opinion. Speaking of people, he saw the group just inside the stable, all asleep save for Time, who seemed to be reading something. Upon closer inspection, Twilight could see the subtle grin on the old man's face as he watched the wolf and dogs from the corner of his eye.

'That bastard', Twilight thought. He was tempted to plot some kind of childish response to this betrayal and was soon provided that opportunity.

"Who's that guy?" Winnie asked, head suddenly popping into Twilight's face. "Is he your person?"

Twilight was about to deny it, he didn't belong to anyone, but a fiendish thought passed through his mind.

"Yeah." He said, tail wagging in excitement. "Why don't you go say hi? He loves dogs, and cuddles."

Winnie froze, body tense as a bowstring, then shot off into the stable on a mission to say hello to her new friend's person.

Twilight puffed up in pride when he saw Time get tackled by the excited dog, and preened at the laughter he heard afterward. 'That's what you get,' he thought to himself, secretly taking delight in his predecessors' happiness.

Dodge watched from his spot, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

"You're sneaky, I like that." The older dog said, stretching and standing up slowly. "Winnie has a few things to learn. She's still a pup, but maybe she's onto something with this friend nonsense." If a dog ever reminded Twilight of Time, it would be Dodge. The older dog carried himself in an upright posture, wise eyes now sparking with life and a need for trouble.

"Why don't we go say hello to that person of yours?" The elder dog said with deceptive calmness, and Twilight swore he saw Dodge wink. He bared his teeth in a wolfy smile, and the two took off towards Time, much like Winnie had.

That was a fondly remembered day in everyone's memory after that. Waking up to Time on the ground laughing with Wolfie and two other dogs on top of him was something the younger heroes weren't keen to forget.

He liked Wild's Era, he decided. Especially the friends he had made while he was there.

#wrote this because i needed my bb girl and her best friend in lu because yes #and fun fact in this story Dodge is actually familiar with the older version of Wolfie that traveled with Wild during his adventure #linked universe #lu #loz #linked universe wolfie #lu wolfie #linked universe twilight #twilight lu #lu fluff #cal writes #time lu #time linked universe #i love writing dogs dialog its so much fun #especially with two drastically different personalities

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icycoldninja · 5 months

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Fluffcember #6: Comfort (EC! Sephiroth x Teen! Reader)

A/N: This is a platonic fic.

You awoke to a guttural scream that seemed to come from the room adjacent to yours. It was abrupt, startling you from your sleep like a thunderbolt to the head. You leaped from your bed, dashing out the door and towards the room across the room—Sephiroth’s room. Your heart pounded loudly in your chests as you rapped wildly on the door. “Seph, you alright?” There was no response. Fearing the worst, you jiggled the doorknob, hoping that whatever was happening, you weren’t too late to stop it. After a few moments of panicked trying, you realized that the door was locked. The only way to get through would be to break the door down. Sucking in a deep breath, you prepared to slam your entire body against the door, in the hopes of forcing it open. You were just about to throw yourself against the heavy metal slab when the lock click and it slowly opened. You froze up. “Seph?” Silence followed for a few moments, before you heard a stifled sob. “Seph…” You gently pushed the door open and entered the dark room. Though you could barely see anything, you could make out a short, thin, shivering figure huddled in the corner behind the door. “Oh, Seph…” You mumbled, squinting at him in the darkness and noticing how he kept rubbing his eyes. “Did you have a nightmare?” Sephiroth nodded, sniffling as he did so. “Do you want to talk about it?” Sephiroth sniffled, wiped his teary eyes, and nodded. “Ok,” You smiled, sitting down in the corner next to him and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Sephiroth took a deep, shaky breath, then nestled into your hug. “I dreamed that Hojo took me away. I dreamed….that he locked you in a containment tube and did…awful things to you…and forced me to watch.” His lips trembled as he spoke; he clung tightly to your shirt and buried his face in your shoulder. “I don’t want you to leave!” He wailed, tears streaming down his face and soaking the hem of your shirt. “I won’t leave, Seph.” You assured him, rubbing his back comfortingly. Why would you, anyway? The boy was like a sibling to you; protecting him was your life’s mission. You wanted to make sure he was safe, loved, and happy; you wanted to give him a family. Even if that bastard Hojo got it into his head to separate you two, you’d fight your way back to your little brother. “I’m not leaving.” You stated, squeezing him into a tight, protective hug. “I swear it.” Sephiroth nodded, body still trembling from shock and fear. “It’s gonna be okay,” You whispered, “Y/N’s always gonna be here to protect you, okay?” Sephiroth took several deep, slow breaths before relaxing in your hold. “Okay.” He sighed softly, enjoying the warmth and comfort your embrace brought him. “I love you, Y/N.” You chuckled, rumpling his hair. “I love you too, little bro.” Sephiroth let out an amused little giggle before prying himself out of your grasp. “I should get to bed.” He said, heading towards the mess of sheets and blankets that was presumably his bed. “Want me to read you a story?” You teased, helping him straighten the tangle of coverlets. For a moment, Sephiroth looked like he was going to deny your request and brush it off with the cliched “I’m too old for that” line. But as he slipped under the covers, he thought it over, a childish gleam soon lighting up those normally serious neon green eyes of his. “Actually…yes. I’d like that. Read me a story.” A soft smile on your face, you snatched up a bedtime story book from one of the bookshelves, and took a seat on the edge of the bed. “Once upon a time….”

#Ffvii #Ff7 #Final fantasy 7 #Sephiroth x reader #Ever crisis #Final fantasy 7 ever crisis #Ffvii ever crisis #Ff7 ever crisis #Sephiroth ever crisis #Young sephiroth #EC! Sephiroth x reader #Fluff #fluffcember #fluffcember 2023 #Part 6 of 31 #Comfort #Platonic #hurt/comfort

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simpforchuchu · 1 year

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POV You are dating Yuken and you are from Oya High (Todoroki Faction)

Your Insta 🌟

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Y/n How can he be so gorgeous? @/odajima ♥️

|| tsuji eXCUSE ME ???

--》shibaman A RED HEART ???? WHAT THE HELL GIRL ?!?

--》y/n I can explain ehehe :)

--》tsuji Explain then ?

--》y/n or i cant 🤭

|| todoroki Y/n pick up your phone. Now.

--》y/n no you are scary

|| fujio That was definitely unexpected but congrats y/n-chan 🥰

--》y/n Fujioo 😭😭💕

|| yasushi Does that mean that we cant beat those skinheads ???

--》y/n uhm...we can always fight bro dont worry

--》yasushi ok then. Congratulations sis 🤢

--》y/n thanks bro 🤕😌

--》yasushi you little shit

|| shidaken you gotta be kidding... sachio will definitely kill us this time...

--》y/n Sachio-san loves me more than you bro ?

--》shidaken yeah he loves you not odajima...

--》y/n 😶

|| odajima ❤

--》y/n ❤

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Y/n Jamuo sent this pic and told that they are waiting for me... literally like this...

|| tsukasa it is not just them who are waiting for you

--》y/n tsukasa-kuun 😭

--》tsukasa we are waitin...

--》y/n coming 😔

|| binzo they look angry

--》y/n yeah because they are :(

--》binzo they are right btw terrible taste

--》y/n shut up

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Y/n they literally interrogated me for an hour but i guess they've accepted it now...

|| tsukasa as long as you are happy....

--》y/n 🥺💕

--》tsukasa 😌💕

|| todoroki if that bastard breaks your heart...

--》y/n i knoow 😭💕💕

--》odajima you know well if i do, she will kick my ass

--》todoroki exactly.

--》y/n 😃😃

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Y/n literally 5 minutes before tsuji&shiba duo ruined our date 🥲❤

|| fujio what did they do this time

--》y/n shiba ate my apple pie 😭 and tsuji told yuken embrassing old stories 😃

--》fujio at least you are still cute :/

--》y/n thanks? ig...

|| odajima dont worry angel, i still love you ❤

--》y/n ilyt ❤

--》tsuji angel ? NŞHLŞRLDLDLF

--》shibaman do you even know what she does to us when she is angry ???

--》y/n you two idiots shut up or i kill you both 🤗

|| jinkawa dont spoil him too much y/n-chan...

--》y/n how cant i ??? Just look at him HE IS ADORABLE 😭😭😭

--》shidaken 🤮🤮🤮

--》odajima you being jealous 💕

--》sachio yes they are

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Y/n my biggest supporter 🥺 best leader 😭💕

|| fujio always. 💕💕

--》y/n 🥺💕

|| tsukasa who took this pic?

--》nakagoshi me

|| todoroki because you are dumb and he is dumber

--》y/n i thought TSUJI&SHIBAMAN WERE DUMB AND DUMBER 😭😭

--》tsuji 🤡🤡

--》shibaman ...

|| odajima fujio-kun looks cute here 😄

--》y/n i know ldşfşsşlxşd

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Y/n like old days... ofc todoroki couldnt stand us and left...

|| fujio why

--》y/n cause like i said tsuji&shiba are dumber than us bro 🤜

--》fujio broo 🤛

|| todoroki everday im asking myself why im your friend...

--》y/n so could you find the reason

--》todoroki no

--》shibaman at least he accepted that he is our friend

|| odajima todoroki-kun definetly loves you guys but he will never accept it

--》y/n i know

--》todoroki shut up

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Y/n YOU ALL NEED TO SEE THIS PIC THAT YUKEN JUST SENT ME!!!! @/todoroki ???

|| todoroki as you can see we are just fishing ? Im not steling your boyfriend calm down 😒😒

--》y/n dude you were literally gonna beat the shit out of me a few months ago FOR DATING HIM ???

--》todoroki yeah he is not that bad

|| odajima babe didn't you like the pic ?

--》y/n no it is not that... never mind... 🔥❤

--》odajima ahsjhwhsjw ❤

|| tsuji y/n-chan definitely will burn the school this time

--》y/n did you know that they went fishing TOGETHER ???

--》shibaman no

--》todoroki it is not a big deal...

--》shibaman you even dont take us and y/n-chan when you go fishing ?

--》y/n but he is taking my boyfriend...

--》todoroki cause you 3 are too noisy and annoying...

--》y/n mean.

--》shibaman mean.

--》tsuji mean.

--》todoroki ...

|| fujio cool pic 😎😎

--》odajima thanks man

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Y/n i cant fix him cause im insane too... happiest birthday to my babe 🥺❤ ilysm ❤ @/odajima

|| odajima ❤

--》y/n ❤

|| tsukasa happy birthday odajima-kun 🙏

--》odajima thanks man 🙏

|| tsuji you never celebrated our bdays like this...

--》y/n i literally made a fckn cake last year for you

--》shibaman we want bday pic

--》y/n im so done with you two...

--》shibaman yeah todoroki says that everyday too

|| mercy it is still weird to see you two dating but happy birthday to Yuken-kun 🍰🌟

--》y/n sometimes it is weird even for us too...

--》odajima thanks bro

|| todoroki when and who took this pic

--》y/n a few days ago and me... why ?

--》todoroki so you were in Housen when i called you ?

--》todoroki i will take this as a yes...

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Y/n because of his old dudes attacked tsuji&shiba, he doesnt let me walk alone... nice to have strong friends :D 💕

|| todoroki if something happens to you housen will kill us 💕

--》y/n i thought you love me for a second 💔

--》todoroki no i dont.

|| tsuji you didn't have to write it here

--》y/n :D

|| fujio he looks happy :D

--》y/n i know :D

|| odajima babe everyone knows you dont need protection...

--》y/n yeah but annoying todoroki-kun is more fun

--》odajima sometimes i feel really sorry for him

--》todoroki yeah me too...

--》y/n you are my boyfriend... 😭😭

|| todoroki when did you even take this pic ?

--》y/n idk but you look handsome here

--》todoroki thanks.

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Y/n he made me his personal photographer but i love him. 😍❤

|| odajima i look more handsome when you take the photos 💕

--》y/n what can i say... it is a god-given talent

--》odajima yeah yeah whatever

|| fujio i need a photographer too

--》y/n idc find tsukasa

--》tsukasa no, thanks.

--》fujio ☹☹

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catindabag · 4 months

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TBOSAS on Crack short take (68)

*We need tents, bro* Read [this] first.

Mizzen: Yo, Blondie, when will the food man arrive with my salmon? I’m

Starving.

Coryo: For the last time, Mizzen, we just have to wait-

Mizzen: I’m done waiting! Where is my salmon and lemon sauce?!

Coral: Gremlin, shut up-

Mizzen: Where is Mr. Salmon and Mrs. Lemon sauce?!

Coral: Mizzen, stop-

Mizzen: Where are they, Sea Witch?!

Coral: Ugh. I’m not dealing with you today.

Mizzen: *is now shouting at the sky* Mr. Food Man, where art thou?!

Coryo: It’s been 5 f*ckin’ minutes since we called the Pizza Palace! Your stupid salmon can wait!

Mizzen: But-

Coryo: We haven’t even ordered Dill’s Green Bean Casserole and Wovey’s pie from the other store!

Mizzen: Mr. Salmon-

Coryo: My sweet boyfriend is still on the phone negotiating with some bastard wearing an ugly pizza clown suit for Panem’s sake!

Mizzen: Mrs. Lemon Sauce-

Coryo: *turns to Sejanus* My love, the little gremlin is bullying me!

Sejanus: *is still on the phone* Mr. Cheesy Clown, could you please wait- No? What do you mean no?! My gorgeous fiancé is getting bullied by a kid right now- What do you mean by difficult?! I’m not being difficult! You’re the one who won’t sell me a f*ckin’ salad for 10 bucks- Hello? Hello?!

Coryo: Babe, what’s wrong?

Sejanus: My Coryo, my love, the ugly clown from the Pizza Palace just hung up on me!😭

Coryo: The audacity! Should we sue?

Sejanus: Hug me! I’m sad!

Coryo: Come here, Seji Pie.

Sejanus: Yey! *hugs Coryo*

Coryo: *comforts a “sad” Sejanus* There, there. We can just order again from the other Pizza Palace across the street.

Sejanus: Can we order some bread?🥺

Coryo: Are you going to throw it?

Sejanus: Yes. I want to throw bread at that mean pizza clown, my love.

Coryo: Sure. Whatever you want, Babe. We could even do it tomorrow after class.

Sejanus: We should throw 2 breads-

Lucy Gray: Why do you want to throw freshly baked bread at a clown?

Sejanus: Because it’s the right thing to do.

Lucy Gray: I don’t get it.

Sejanus: Because that f*ckin’ clown is dead to me!

Lucy Gray: What?

Sejanus: He’s dead to me!

Lucy Gray:. . .☹️

Sejanus: Isn’t that right, my love, my Snow Angel!😍

Lucy Gray: Coryo-

Coryo: It’s a District 2 thing.

Tanner: Really? Throwing bread to the “dead” is a District 2 custom?

Coryo: Yes. Yes, it is.

Tanner: That’s bullshi-

Marcus: Blondie isn’t lying. I even threw bread at Sejanus before he left D2 for good-

Sejanus: That was a gift!😭

Marcus: No, it wasn’t! You and your evil scheming old man are dead to me now and forever!

Sejanus: Marcus, you meanie!

Marcus: I’m not Marcus!

Sejanus: Sabyn, help me!😫

Sabyn: Sorry. I can’t and won’t. You and Mr. Plinth are technically dead to me as well.

Sejanus: Coryo, hug me again!😭

Coryo: My love, calm down. I have to call the other store and order Dill’s casserole-

Mizzen: Can we order bacon pizza? I never had bacon pizza before.🥺

Coryo: No.

Mizzen: Bacon pizza-

Coryo: Ask your Mentor.

Mizzen: *evil smiles* Ok.😈

Dill: *coughs* By the way, are you guys only here to provide us food?

Coryo: And water.

Dill: That’s not the point.

Coryo: If you want beer or posca, just ask Anderson or Dennis. Those two will give you a crate for free.

Dill: What about our other essential supplies?

Coryo: Other essential supplies?

Dill: You can’t expect me and Wovey to just sleep on the ground without pillows. We want pillows.

Lucy Gray: And I want love-

Sejanus: We can’t provide you love.

Treech: We don’t want your stupid love! We want gear!

Otto: Outdoor equipment!

Coryo: Like what?

Dill: Beds, blankets, pillows-

Circ: Television!

Teslee: A clock!

Lamina: Firewood?🥺

Panlo: Portable toilets!

Ginnee: Torches and marshmallows!

Hy: *coughs* A doctor.

Lucy Gray: Hair curlers! I want hair curlers and makeup!

Coral: Duct tape. The largest and strongest one that you can find.

Coryo: Why would you want me and Sejanus to buy you duct tape?

Coral: So that I could shut Mizzen’s mouth at night.

Mizzen: I heard that!

Coral: *turns to Mizzen* Go to your corner and stay there until the sun sets!

Mizzen: No!

Coral: Then shut up and cry!

Mizzen: No bacon pizza for you!

Coryo: One extra large duct tape it is. Anything else?

Coral: An ice box for my beer and some good quality rope.

Coryo: Sure. We’ll give you 2.

Coral: Thanks.

Treech: How about a birdcage?

Coryo: Why do you want a birdcage?

Treech: I’m allergic to rainbow colored birds.

Lucy Gray: Hi.

Treech: Shoo! I’m allergic!

Lucy Gray: Let me sing you a free song about the birds and the bees instead!😀

Treech: Leave me alone, you weirdo!

Lucy Gray: You can’t ignore me and my songs forever, Treechy!

Lamina: Can I have a box of tissue?

Coryo: We’ll order a truckload just for you.

Lamina: But-

Coryo: Do you want 2 truckloads?

Lamina: Make it 4.😭

Coryo: No problem.

Brandy: I want a knife.

Coryo: No weapons allowed.

Brandy: A sandwich maker.

Coryo: Too expensive.

Brandy: A talking bird.

Coryo: Lucy Gray is enough.

Brandy: A spoon?

Coryo: Ask your Mentor.

Sheaf: Can we just order some high quality camping gear instead?

Coryo: You guys want a tent?

Dill: A big tent would be nice-

Jessup: A neon green inflatable tent that glows in the dark!

Lucy Gray: A dome tent with a recording studio inside!

Treech: A tunnel tent that can fit in my pocket!

Sheaf: A yurt that can accommodate 40 raccoons and a bear!

Panlo: Ew. No. I don’t want to share a yurt with a bunch of rabid rat-dog creatures every night!

Sheaf: Panini-

Panlo: They might have rabies!

Sheaf: It’s gonna be fun!

Panlo: For you! Not for me!

Sheaf: Don’t be a coward!

Panlo: *turns to Coryo* Blondie, do me a favor and ask your sugar daddy-

Coryo: Boyfriend.

Panlo: Ask your clingy sugar daddy to buy us 24 cabin tents and some comfortable sleeping bags before the day ends.

Coryo: I have to ask the Class President first-

Panlo: Please! I beg you! I can’t deal with these people anymore!

Marcus: And I can’t deal with that “thing” hugging you all day.

Coryo: What thing?

Marcus: *points at Sejanus* That thing.

Sejanus: Marcus is so kind and so shy around me. It’s so cute.☺️

Marcus: Ew.

Coryo: But it’s just the first day-

Panlo: I was stuck with them on that ugly ass train for 3 straight days, sweetheart!

Sejanus: Coryo’s my sweetheart!😠

Panlo: Go back to crying!

Sejanus: Babe, Bread Boy Pablo is hurting my feelings again!😭

Panlo: Blondie, please!

Coryo: Fine! We will go to the Capitol Home Depot later and buy you your tents!

Hy: *coughs* And sleeping bags.

Coryo: Cute or simple?

Hy: Simple-

Sol: Cute! We want cute!

Hy: No. Listen to me-

Sol: Blondie, my partner is sick. He’s asthmatics. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.☺️

Hy: *coughs* That argument doesn’t make sense!

Coryo: Cute it is.

Otto: And don’t forget 5 pillows each.

Coryo: That’s too many-

Otto: 5 flower pillows. Don’t argue with me. I’m right.

Coryo: Fine.😑

Sol: Coloring books.

Coryo: That- *whispers to Sejanus* Babe, are coloring books allowed?

Sejanus: As long as they’re pro Capitol or pro Ravinstill.

Coryo: *turns to Sol* We’ll buy you a box of cheap crayons and a Bichon Frisé puppy coloring book.

Sol: Ok.😢

Ginnee: How about romance novels and banned books? Are they allowed?

Coryo: Odyssey or Iliad?

Ginnee: Twilight.

Coryo: No.

Circ: Television.

Coryo: No.

Circ: Television. 32 inches. Flat.

Coryo: Can’t.

Circ: I won’t bother you again.

Coryo: It’s still a no-

Circ: I will cry.

Coryo: Fine! We will buy you your f*ckin’ flat screen TV! Happy?!

Circ: Very.

Teslee: Yey! Best escort ever!

Coryo: I’m not an escort.

Tanner: Whatever you say, escort.

Coryo: I’m Birdy’s Mentor!

Lucy Gray: And escort!

Sejanus: My escort!😍

Facet: Can you buy me a hot pink tent? I want to sleep fabulously.

Coryo: Sure. Sparkly or shiny?

Facet: ✨Sparkly✨.

Velvereen: Can mine be a huge white PVC wedding tent?🥺

Coryo: No. That can’t fit inside the tribute’s enclosure.

Velvereen: How about a medieval cube tent with an electric fan?

Coryo: Do you want to add some weird raccoon tapestries to make your little royal abode more cozy?

Velvereen: Please.

Coryo: Anything else?

Wovey: Monopoly.

Coryo: Which version, sweetie?

Wovey: Cheaters Edition.

Coryo: Ok.

Bobbin: Posca.

Coryo: A bottle or-

Bobbin: A crate.

Ginnee: Make that 3.

Dill: *turns to Reaper* Hey, Reaper, do you want anything?

Reaper: *is still busy praying* Panem, give me the normal one. The normal one who’s rich like a Ravinstill but not a Ravinstill.

Dill: Reaper-

Reaper: Give the f*ckin’ Ravinstill to Dill instead! Give it to her!

Dill: Not again.😑

Coral: Watch and learn, Shorty.

Dill: I’m not short-

Coral: Yo, Ash from the trash!

Reaper: Are you talking to me?!

Coral: Yes, you!

Reaper: Say that again! I dare you!

Coral: Ash no cash, what do you want from Blondie?!

Reaper: A one way ticket home!

Coryo: Not available.

Reaper: Normalcy!

Coryo: Sorry. That’s impossible.

Reaper: Sleeping pills!

Coryo: Ask your Mentor.

Reaper: Your pretty ✨feet pics✨!

Coryo: Heck, no!

Sejanus: You better watch out, Reaper. You better watch out!

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janeicethesiren · 5 months

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Hot take: The Woobification of Sebastian and O!Ciel-How Beauty Clouds Judgement

Hey guys, it’s me again and I can’t sleep. I have another hot take to share! Once again, please don’t take this too seriously, I’m just talking.

So, I just want to start off by saying that I totally get it. I mean it! We’ve been following these characters for years and we’ve gotten so invested in there stories and we can’t help but want them to win, you know? It’s human nature to want to root for the underdog in some ways. And, O!Ciel kinda fits the mold of underdog when you consider his backstory.

But, and this is my opinion, Ciel and Sebastian are NOT the underdogs. And I can’t help but think that if they both weren’t so pretty, you’d see a lot less people excusing their behavior or rooting for them.

I should also stress that I’m not talking about the people who look at these characters through a complex lense, I’m more so talking about people who are insistent that O!Ciel and Sebastian are good people/not evil.

Like I said, I get it and I empathize with the kid, but the kid is a BASTARD. He has progressively become an awful, awful person and that’s the POINT. And I can’t help but find it boring when people try to strip that away from him.

People feel bad for O!Ciel because he’s been through a lot, which yeah he definitely has. And people are mad at R!Ciel for standing against him and at Lizzy for turning on him, at least for now.

And, again, I kinda get it because we’ve been with O!Ciel for so long and it’s natural to root for him. But, O!Ciel is not the good guy! Lol what’s happening right now is that he’s currently being forced to face the consequences of his own actions. Which, let’s be honest, he wasn’t expecting to ever have to do because of his personal countdown death clock, Sebastian.

I can understand why he told those lies, especially at the beginning. But there’s no excuse for them anymore. He should have BEEN told everyone the truth. Would it have been easy? Of course not. But it would’ve been the right thing to do. While it’s understandable why he did what he did, he still took away his family’s ability to grieve and R!Ciel’s ability to rest, at least in my opinion.

Also, I think it’s important to note that, after a point, O!Ciel started to ENJOY being Ciel. So much so that he’s willing to fight the real Ciel for his own name. Which is absurd when you think about it!

His family absolutely ain’t shit for not only not noticing the difference, but also not doing anything to step in and really be there for that boy. But again, that’s part of the point of what Yana is trying to say in that upperclass Victorian society is/and was depraved, shallow, and mostly evil.

O!Ciel may have been thinking of the others when he made his initial decision but the decision was still selfish. I think that it’s ok to say that; while yes, he suffered from heavy survivors guilt and truly thought that his family would prefer for R!Ciel to come back (and unfortunately he wasn’t wrong), he still, if only subconsciously, wanted the power, prestige, and access that R!Ciel’s name carried.

He LIKES being Ciel now and loathes his old name and position. He LIKES the power, the access, the maneuverability, hurting people when they get in his way, killing those who wronged him, the security of Sebastian’s presence, the ability to make his dream come true (made a lot easier with Ciel’s name), the dark mind games he plays with people. ALL OF IT. He loves it and that’s the POINT.

And Sebastian is a demon. Yes we all know that, that’s not news. However, I still feel like we give the man (entity, whatever) too much credit a lot of the time. Again, mostly because he’s pretty.

Is it possible that he grew to care for O!Ciel in someway? Sure! And I do believe he legitimately has a lot of respect for O!Ciel. But I honestly think it’s more likely that the bastard is hungry and the current events are making him worried that he’ll end up being killed or losing his meal in the end. I don’t think it’s impossible or too much of a stretch to say that he’s grown fond of O!Ciel in someways, but best believe that child is food. Yana even outright says that Sebastian LOVES to see Ciel suffer! Only it’s not so fun when Sebastian is also suffering too, lol he’s a narcissist.

TLDR: It makes sense why people root for O!Ciel and Sebastian. But I think we give these two way too much credit sometimes and there’s an over abundance of people trying to absolve them both of their evil. They are both garbage (lovable garbage!) that are currently facing the consequences of (mostly Ciel’s) actions. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. Please don’t kill me.

#Kuroshitsuji #black butler #kuroshitsuji manga #o!ciel #sebastian michaelis #character analysis #unpopular opinion #Meta #please don’t kill me #I hope I’m not coming across as condescending and apologize if I am #these are just my thoughts #please don’t take this too seriously #i’m just talking #ciel phantomhive #elizabeth midford

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beabeemu · 10 months

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All This Time Pt.3

Itoshi Rin x Reader

SERIES!!! Pt. 3 of All this time

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 4 Pt.5 Pt. 6

Uncle Osamu!! (From Haikyuu) Summary: After getting pregnant by Rin at the age of 16, deciding that not telling him about is the best thing you could do for him. Considering his soccer career, you would only get in the way. I always imagined their red hair, the same shade as taylor swift from the all-too-well short film. It's such a beautiful shade!!! Rei's hair is also like that.

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Life with Rei was hard at first, but we managed. For the first few years, we were staying with my parents, They were kind enough to take care of her while I was at school. I did get bullied for getting pregnant, some even spread rumors that I was “easy” to get in bed with. The good thing was that I didn’t get expelled. There were times that I regretted things that had happened. But one hour of playing with Rei immediately erased those thoughts. I also kept tabs on my baby daddy (hehe I had to lol) he got recruited for a france football club and his path to becoming a pro is in front of him. And it will be quite scandalous to reveal that he got someone pregnant at 16.

After high school, I went to college and did a business course.

Fast forward to now, Rei is 8 years old now, I work a corporate job at Mikage Corp. Whenever Rei is at school I was at work. Then I would pick her up from school, Unless I need to work overtime, I have her uncle pick her up. Or my mom, We lived in the same area. I couldn’t stray far away from them when I still needed their help with rei. We weren’t living under the same roof anymore because we moved to an apartment closer to my work, but they’d babysit Rei whenever I was not home.

As of now, rei hadn’t been asking questions about her dad. Which was good. I also stray her away from the tv whenever a football match with Paris X gen was playing. By refusing to let her see him, I was only preventing her from getting any ideas. I should have probably told that detail to Osamu before letting him babysit her.

Getting out of my car, I looked up at the sign “Onigiri Miya” It was already closed because it was 9 pm already. When I entered the threshold, I expected an Osamu with rei beside her asleep or close enough to that, but no.

What welcomed me was Rei watching TV about a soccer interview, I looked at the two logos of the teams, and what I saw were the familiar logos of PXG and Bastard Munchen. They were interviewing a guy named Michael Kaiser, a player from bastard munchen, titled the MVP of their lost game.

Then came on an even more familiar face.

It flashed his name, Rin Itoshi

“Mama!”

I FLinched at her call, I looked at her and she was smiling widely with stars in her eyes.

“I watched the whole game!! And they were amazing!!! I liked the team with the big X in their logo, WHat are they called Mom?? Do you know?? And when is their next game, Mom?? I really wanna watch them again!! They were amazing!! Especially that guy with the bald head!! I think his name is Loki. And that guy with dark hair!! AND HE HAS THE SAME EYES AS ME ISN’T THAT COOL!!?!!?!?!”

“Yes, yes love that super cool. Look You can ask me questions later but I need to talk to uncle osamu first ok??”

She only nodded excitedly as she continued watching the interview with her dad. I made my way to the kitchen where I saw Osamu wiping some plates.

“Oh- You’re here, Don’t worry I fed her something healthy if that’s what you’re worried about- OW! What was that for!?!??!?! Are ye’ crazy?!?!?!”

“What were you thinking letting her watch his match???”

I looked at him as if he was a creature from another world. Then I got a hold of his hair and started pulling

“HEY! STOP IT! Look! It wasn’t my fault, the last customer I served changed the channel to the game and I couldn’t just tell him not to. And I tried to change the channel ok?? But she wouldn’t let me, she was too amazed by the game that she watched the whole match from start to finish. Heh, she is his daughter”

I let go of his hair, and he muttered a small thank you, but I still slapped his chest. I sighed, contemplating what I was gonna do next.

“Plus, what’s the big deal? It’s not like she’s gonna immediately ask whether Rin is her father right? And she’s just probably gonna ask you about the team. So stop freaking out, and go home. I need to close up.”

I sighed, I thanked Osamu for taking care of Rei. I got out of the kitchen and saw Rei still watching the interview for the game.

“C’mon rei, let’s go home, grab your stuff”

“Ok, mama!” She happily slid from her chair and walked with me to the exit. I yelled goodbye to Osamu before we closed the door and went inside the car.

“Neh, mama. Can you answer my questions now?”

“Sure love, ask away”

She squealed happily as she asked her questions about Rin’s team along with a few soccer questions, which I answered to the best of my abilities, I wasn’t a soccer expert, So I told her that I’ll do a little research so that I can answer her questions.

Thankfully she agreed, she was quiet for a moment, but after a few minutes of quiet, I noticed that she had fallen asleep. I smiled at her and focused on my driving.

“Look, Mom! I got accepted to a soccer club!!”

I stared at the paper she was holding, it was a list of names that were accepted to the soccer club at her school, and her name was listed at the top, with a title at the side that said, Striker

‘Just like your father huh’

When her obsession with soccer began, I didn't take it that seriously, I thought that it was just a phase. So I brought her a soccer ball, and some cleats and we would go to a big field every weekend for her to play soccer. During that time I was thinking that what if she was as great a soccer player as her father? Back then it was just a fever dream. But right now, it might become a reality.

I didn't even know she tried out for the team. But apparently, she did. And she got accepted. Then I got flashbacks of when Rin and I were kids and he had just recently joined a soccer club.

"Look Y/n!! I got accepted see?!?!?!"

"Wow!! Congrats Rin!!"

He smiled at me as he looked at the jersey in his hands that said 'Itoshi'

Now I finally get to play with my brother!!!

I smiled as I looked at Rei, who was already tying her shoes so that we could go to the soccer field so she could practice a bit before her official p meeting with the team tomorrow.

My relationship was something that you wouldn't find in any normal relationship

And that's what I liked about it. Even after we moved, even after he changed, after his brother neglected him and left him, he was still that person who you can call at night to vent to. And he would listen, and he would be on your side no matter what.

But he had a dream, a passion, a strong ambition to achieve. And even I couldn't compete with that. But I knew that. And you didn't forcefully squeeze yourself inside his life, that's not what he needed anyway. What he needed was just someone who he knew would always be right there. Even if your guys don't talk after months, just one hi and his world is spinning in a new different direction, even if it's just for one night.

And you could only imagine the hurt that Rin had felt when you changed your number to a new one. His something different was gone now. He had held on to you because you know him better than anyone else. No one could compare to what you and Rin had.

Rin tried to reach out to you, and he did. But all of your accounts were deactivated (because of your pregnancy, you decided to lay low and deleted all of your social media accounts, along with getting a new number)

Rin will never forget that night. More like he couldn't, he was kind of upset that you had left so early without him knowing.

Thus his never-ending despair began.

"Mom! I have a game tomorrow at 3, is it possible that you can watch it? It's my very first game you know…"

This was the kind of tactic that you would get from a kid that wanted candy.

But she was so adorable to look at, with her doe eyes, her little pout. She was even in her jersey, and her head was styled in pigtails made by her uncle.

Despite having work tomorrow at 3, it would hurt to leave early right? I'll just give them a heads-up. Plus I've worked 6 overtime in a row, one even lasted until 2 am. So I think I have a high chance of getting permission.

"OK baby, I'll be there"

"YEYY!!"

“I’ve watched her practice you know, she’s really good. I mean I’m not a soccer expert or anything but, I see talent. Just like her father”

I was driving a car with Osamu on the way to the field where Rei’s game was being held. When I told Osamu who was rei’s father, he couldn’t believe it. I still laugh whenever I remember what he said to me.

“You snatched your childhood crush and a football star?”

I remember telling him after we watched the U20 vs Blue Lock 11 match. I was 3 months pregnant at the time. I didn’t want to watch the game at first but Osamu made me.

We arrived at the venue (It was just a big ass field with bleachers on the sides) We sat in the front row, they were warming up right now, I saw Rei score a practice goal so Osamu and I clapped. She mustn’t have heard us because she just continued what she was doing. I saw the jersey she was wearing ‘1# Miya’

Then the game began, and Rei’s team quickly took the lead with Rei scoring a goal 20 minutes in, She was amazing. And her skills were way beyond compared to her teammates. She is completely carrying her whole team to victory. Whenever she would steal the ball from the other team or score a goal, we would cheer loudly. As the first half ended Osamu and I went to their team’s bench.

“Rei!! You were great out there” She turned around and saw Osamu and me walking toward them. Her eyes lit up and ran for me and hugged my waist.

“I’m glad you’re both here ma!! Did you see my score??”

“I did and you were amazing!!”

“You were great out there kiddo” Osamu patted her head, then her couch called out, she said goodbye then ran off.

“Are you Rei’s parents?” Her couch said as he approached us.

“I am, he’s her uncle”

“Well I just gotta say, Rei has amazing talent for soccer. Teachers are even calling her a soccer prodigy, Is anyone in your family a pro athlete or something?”

‘Well her father certainly is’

I didn’t know what to say at first, good thing Osamu answered for me

“I play volleyball and played in nationals at one point, and my brother is a professional volleyball player”

“Ha! I knew the name Miya was familiar, atsumu Miya right?”

“Yeah hahaha”

“You must be very proud of her, even though this is her first official game, I can tell that she can go a long way” As he talked he was watching Rei try t score a goal again her red hair standing out, doing techniques that I never knew she knew how to do. Rei might be the one playing but all I see is him, It was like going back in time, I haven’t felt this nostalgic ever since I met up with Rin 8 years ago.

Rei is a replica of him.

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darlingpassion · 3 months

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Okay I need to go to sleep because i close at work tomorrow and I already stayed up too late cuz I had a need the clean the whole house, but I had to ask this!!

I need to know- how would Terry respond if any one of the Toon Patrol tried to Come Onto Him? XD 😏 Would he say yes to any of them? Would he get the hell outta there? I must know XD

Right, now that I've thrown a spanner into the works, goodnight! XD 💤💤💤

Ohhhhh my god I did not expect this kinda ask today. I love it XD

My poor Terry. First Rena, now these assholes. Will he ever catch a break? (Probably not)

Alright! Let's go through weasel by weasel.

Smartass

Short answer: "I thought he was a kid??"

Long answer: No, Terry doesn't think he's a literal kid XD but he did think Smartass looked pretty young to be in a bar setting (it's the height and the hat shielding the face. Shhh don't tell Smarty-). The angry weasel ain't his type, so Terry would brush him off after getting over the realization that this man is in his mid 30's.

Also, this is absolutely Terry reacting to Smartass in the bar if he was mean like Shiny XD

Greasy

Short answer: "... Shiny, come get your man before he makes'a fool 'a himself!"

Long answer: Hmmm... It's iffy with Terry. Like, he can see why Shiny thinks he's handsome physically, he can appreciate what Greasy offers in looks. But unfortunately, the green bastard ain't got game XD and Terry can see that, and is not up for Greasy's loony pervert shenanigans 😅 so yeah, Shiny can keep him. Greasy'll be house trained under her better than with him 😅

Wheezy

Short answer: *side eyes Wheezy* "..." *grins in 'I'm game if you are'*

Long answer: Wheezy is where it's at with Terry. For starters, he and the weasel are part of the same old, kinda gross group. Wheezy is far worse than Terry with smoking, but they're both still tired old men who are buddies. And it also helps that they both speak practically the same lamguage; no words needed, only vibes. They're both slow, a little lazy, and Terry knows that Wheezy won't expect their fucking around to go anywhere past a friend's with benefits sort of thing... Also it doesn't hurt that Wheezy is pretty good looking whether or not he showered that day-

Psycho

Short answer: "Wheezy for fucks sake, get your fuckin' dog outta here!"

Long answer: I can't imagine Psycho flirting with Terry, but for comedy's and arguments sake, let's say he wants that old man rat XD and Psycho when he flirts... Doesn't look like flirting 😅 Terry can tell what his intentions are, he's been around long enough to recognize how someone is trying to flirt even if they don't have the best game But he absolutely is not going to bring that rabid animal in bed. He prefers his crotch unscarred, thank you very much XD that rabbit girl can take this one. She seems to have a knack for the crazy men.

Stupid

Short answer: "... Shit, ok. I can see it-"

Long answer: Look, it's a giant, fat, goofy and cuddly weasel!!! Who can resist that???? Granted, Stu's company isn't as relaxing as Wheezy's is (Terry's gotta verbally engage with the dummy. Answer so many questions. Terry is paitent, but not a talker XD), but if Stupid showed interest, Terry would definitely consider it. And if Stu is shaking up those fruity drinks you said he makes, well shit how can any sensible man resist that?

Tldr; Terry would be down to fuck Wheezy and Stupid, maybe Greasy... Smartass ain't his type, and Psycho is too much for him XDD

Thanks for sending this ask in! Ohhh I gotta send you a similar ask now, hang on-

#'who can resist Stupid' i mean it. ive actually been considering Poppy x Stupid despite everything 😭#(not really Shiny x Stupid tho since Shiny was originally going to be Stu's and Smarty's sister and it still feels weird to imagine her #being into either of them even though theyre no longer related)#but anyways have a good shift today! ^^#asks #disney villains #disney #🙌~how about a little pattycake?~🙌#greasy weasel #Psycho Weasel #smartass weasel #stupid weasel #wheezy weasel #my own OC's #🚬~rats aren't so bad~🚬#Terry Ratt T.#suggestive

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The Type You Save ~ T E N

James "Bucky" Barnes and OFC Alexandra "Alex" Richards

Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.

Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?

They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.

TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation

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Christian Grey is not a patient man. When he wants answers or results, his men know, he wants them yesterday. When he ordered for the search for Alex, he expected to find her right away. And three years later, he was at his limit. She was a ghost, completely off grid. Her boyfriend had remained in New York, making his life hell. When he put the hit on them, he got what he wanted: Barnes and Rogers out of New York.

Grey had moved operation to New York about a year after Alex had originally left, needed to move to make sure the feds were never on his tale. When they moved, Christian took all of Alex’s belongings with him. He never thought she would leave. And he sure as hell didn’t think she would have a problem with how he ran his business. Yes, ok, he tricked her into become ‘the Cat’ but at the time, she needed someone. Her brother fucked her over by stealing from him and then skipping out on the consequences. That little shit skipped town and disappeared same as her.

He looked at her picture he had when they were happy. He took a sip of the bourbon and wished he could have her back. The phone rang and Christian could see it was Walker.

“Boss I think I found them.”

“Are you certain?”

“We followed Barnes and Rogers out of New York, and they have found a place in San Francisco.  But sir, I think we have something bigger.”

“What could be bigger than ending those two fuckers who were ruining my life?”

“I think we found her as well.”

“Alexandra?” Christian’s heart stopped.

“Yeah, they have been seen with a woman who looks a lot like her.”

“I want confirmation in 24 hours Walker.”  He hung up the phone.  His pet, his sweetness. He smiled cruelly. God willing, it was her and he could work on getting her back, whether by force or not. He got up and went to the girl still lounging on his bed, a girl who looked like his. He kissed her, imagining her to be Alex. “Work me,” he ordered. She went to work, sucking him off as he dreamed it was Alex. Soon, I’ll have you back.

Sam Wilson has always been optimistic but pessimistic. Being a district attorney in New York shaped the way he saw the law. Being banished (in his mind) from New York after mobster Christian Grey put a hit on him, he would do anything to bring that bastard down. So when Bucky Barnes calls and says that one of his former lieutenants has information but needs immunity, he jumped at the chance.

Sam was now in private practice, no longer working for the government but he still had connections with every DA in almost every city. He was now based out of Los Angeles but jumped on the first flight to San Francisco. He was intrigued by the idea of information to bring Grey down. As he landed, he saw a familiar face. “Yo! Rogers!”

“Hey Sam!” They hugged and Steve led him to his car. “How have you been? I know you left New York six months before us.”

“Settle with the practice now, have a solid client base. Weird adjustment from New York. They are sue happy here.”

“I bet. San Francisco is so much slower paced than New York. But with all the changes we’ve been dealing with, we haven’t had any rest.”

“How is Alex? I missed her. How did you guys even find her?”

“Pure coincidence man. They were meant to be together. That has to be the only explanation.” Steve looked sideways. “She has a surprise.”

“What? Is she blonde now?” Sam cackled from his joke.

“No but I can’t wait to see your face,” Steve smirked. He pulled up to the apartment building and helped Sam with his bag. They chatted as they entered and saw all the boxes.

“What the- why is the apartment is a mess?”

“Its what happens when the wife moves back in,” Alex said with a smile coming into the room. Sam smiled and scooped her into a hug.

“Alexandra, it is so good to see you girl.” Sam pulled back. “Something’s different about you.”

“That I’m more fabulous than before? I know this Sam. You look good.”

“Thanks. Working out in California has its perks.”

“California?”

“Yeah, I left New York about six months before these clowns did. Grey,” he explained.

“That fucking bastard.” James walked in. “I didn’t realize that was the reason Sam,” as he shook his hand.

“Yeah, well Buck, didn’t think anyone needed to know the reason. But, I’m just glad you found our girl here. So, let’s sit and talk about this.” Sam took to the couch with Steve while Alex sat on James’s lap. “Alex, tell me what happened.”

Alex explained everything from those couple of weeks three years ago. As she was finishing, a knock came from the front door. As Steve went to answer, Sam turned back to Alex. “So, you never touched the painting?”

“Just to put the protective screen on it. But no, never touched it.”

“And Grey never figured it out.”

“No idea. I dumped my phone and drove out of town on my bike. I wore a wig for a few months before…”

“MAMA!” Drew raced in and launched himself at Alex. Alex caught him and hugged him tight.

“Did I miss something?” Sam looked wide eye at the kid. The boy stopped and looked at Sam. He went to James and climbed into his lap.

“Daddy? Who is that?”

“Daddy?” He looked at the little boy who looked like a duplicate of James. “Bucky? You’re a dad?”

James smiled. “Andrew, this is one of our friends, Uncle Sam. Sam, this is mine and Alex’s son, Andrew James Richards-Barnes.”

Drew inspected Sam. “Hi. Are you a police officer too?”

“No, I’m a lawyer. I work with the judge.”

“I dunno what that means.” Drew furrowed his brow and turned to James. “Daddy?”

“He helps police officers but he’s not one. Its ok Chief. He’s a good guy.”

“Okies.” Drew turned back to Sam. “You’re Uncle Sam?”

“Yeah buddy, Uncle Sam.”

“Okies. Did you want to play with my fire truck?” Drew smiled at his new friend.

“I would love too, Drew.” Drew ran to his room to find his truck. Sam looked up at James and Alex. “You guys have a kid.”

“We do,” Alex said. “So, you can see why its important to find out where I stand in the world.”

“Well, in my understanding, you are not wanted for anything. Therefore, you can move freely as a normal person. My only concern would be that you could be found by Grey. We could ask for a closed and sealed name change for you under the pretense of threat.”

“I could?” Alex looked at him with hope in her eyes. “I could change my name to Barnes?”

Sam smiled. “Absolutely. Technically you are married, a marriage certificate was issued and that’s enough to request a name change.”

Alex turned into James, crying softly. Her nightmare of not being with James was over. James kissed her head as he held tight to her hand. “What’s the next step?”

“I’ll get the paperwork together,” Sam replied. “Doing this in California will stall any search. I can help with transferring anything into your name. I assume your new name is Alexandra Barnes.”

“Yeah. Also for Drew. Need to drop the Richards.”

“I can handle that as well.” Sam smiled. “Congratulations Alex.” He looked down as a toy car hit his foot. He looked up to see Drew giggling. “Now Mr. Drew, what are we playing?”

“Bad guys. You chase the bad guy. Uncle Steve is the bad guy.”

“Why am I the bad guy?” Steve pouted.

“Wanted cha-co-late and you said no.”

Everyone chuckled. “He has a point punk.”

“Whatever jerk.”

A month later, Alex, Drew and James walked out of Superior Court, their new names listed officially. “You’re a free woman, doll. What do you want to do first?”

“A honeymoon.” Alex eyes sparkled. “We never got to go on our honeymoon.”

“We can’t go on a honeymoon; I just started my new job.” James thought for a moment. “Tell you what. Why don’t we go visit Uncle Sam in LA and go to Disneyland? A family vacation for a long weekend. And in a few months, I can take some time off, we can have Nat or Steve watch Drew for the week and then we can have our honeymoon.”

Alex pouted. “But…”

“Alexandra, you know I want to. But responsibilities come first for now.” He kissed her softly. “I promise doll, we’ll get to go. And I promise,” he dropped his voice, “I’ll play with you tonight.”

A smirk crossed Alex’s face. “You promise Inspector?”

“Oh sweetheart, you have no idea how much I’ll keep that promise,” he growled. “But first, c’mon Chief!” He lifted Drew to his shoulders with a squeal. “I promised my boy here the swings!”

“And ice cream!” Drew laughed.

As they walked away from the courthouse, a dark sedan remained parked. Walker peered through his binoculars. Ah, hello Kitty, he thought to himself. He started to take video of the family and snapped a few photos. He forwarded them to Grey as proof. This will complicate things, he thought. She has a husband and a child. The phone rang and Walker knew he was in for a hell of a phone call.

“SHE HAS A CHILD?!?”

“I know boss, I’m just as surprised.”

“My pet, my beloved Alex is a mother. And with that goody two shoes asshole!” Walker could just see that Grey was pacing in his office.

“I know sir. How would you like me to proceed?”

“Hang back. I don’t want to hurt her child. We need to plan on how to attack this. Get back to New York.”

“Yes sir.”

Twenty-four hours later had Walker sitting with Nate in front of Grey. Grey was pacing like a caged animal. “How could she do this to me? We were in love. I know, I know. We had our differences, but she was always meant to come back.”

“Boss, what should we do?”

Christian finally sat down at his desk and put his head in his hands. “I don’t know. I don’t want to hurt her child. He would be mine once we have her.”

“Are you sure you want to take on a child, especially one that is not yours?” Walker asked.

“Its hers. That’s all that matters.” Grey slammed his fist on the desk. “Archibald, start packing up the office.”

“Sir?”

“We are going to be moving our operations. We have to get out of New York anyways.”

Walker tilted his head. “And where are we going?”

“The West Coast.” Grey poured himself a drink. “We are going to be closer to Mrs. Barnes,” he spitted out.

Nate started to tap on his phone. “To the safe house in Los Angeles or…”

“No, not too close. Seattle.” Grey smirked. “We are moving to Seattle. We need to move as quietly as possible. Once we are settled and have the operations up and running again, I will have Nate visit with Alex.”

“To what end?” Walker asked. He looked pained. “Why do we need to have her boss? I get that Kitty is important to you but she’s not important to the business.”

“You really have no idea do you Walker? Can’t stand that I hold her above everyone else?” Grey got in Walker’s face. “Simply because I want her is enough of a reason to get her. Got it?”

Walker swallowed. “Yes Mr. Grey.”

“As I stated, I will have Nate visit her when the time is right. She trusted you, you helped her escape. You’re lucky I only beat you.” Grey threw back his drink. “Its time ‘Snake’ that you repay your debt to me.”

“What should I tell her?”

“That I will be offering an ultimatum. And my money is that she will take it.” Grey gave a big smile. “Have a surveillance team on the family until we are ready. Whether that is in six months or a year, I want to have every detail of her life noted. She won’t get away this time.”

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weirdcat1213 · 9 months

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volume 9 you say....hmm

i fear for my life to be completely honest

anyway HERE WE GO HERE ARE THE THOUGHTS

chap 1:

-geesus no pls no i dont wanna read anymore

-FLASHBACK TIME :D WIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

-3 days of crying is nothing when youre a trigun fan, am i right people :'D

-no im not fucking suffering cuz while all of that is happening the only thing on his mind is young livio NO IM FINE I SWEAR-

-lmao yeah wolfwood call him out >:D

-"you cant understand how i feel" my brother in christ YOURE SURROUNDED BY ORPHANS

-hmmmmmmmmm i mean im not sure if that applies here but who am i to tell him how he feels, sure buddy. happy for you

-geesus man not the dog, like....WHY THE DOG (i think ik why but still)

-tbh i would also go and ask for an explanation

-nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo :c

-ah shit so we're here now oh fuck oh shit okokok cool

-ah yes, sweet bait actually, makes me cry every time

-"once this ark scare is over we'll be living the high life" yeaaaahhhh....about that.....

-YO LEAVE THE ORPHAN ALONE DAMN

-thanks livio :3

chap 2:

-about his age i think hes on his 20s mentally but he looks like hes on his 30s, so hes still an adult but yknow...younger

-oh his eye :0 i love that tiny window between his glasses and his face where you can see his eyes, makes me sad every time

-the coolest mf

-"worse" you say...i wonder who did that to him...

-fuck off, take those fucking tears somewhere else old man

-OOOOOOHHHHH THAT PANEL!!! SO GOOD SO GOOD

-THANKS AGAIN LIVIO (livio's good actions counter: 2 so far) BUT FUCK THAT OLD MAN

chap 3:

-:c

-HES THERE AND HES COMING I PROMISE

-STFU I SWEAR SHUT UP WOLFWOOD PLS JUST ENJOY YOUR STUPID CIGARRETE

-oh ok yeah here we go

-GEESUS MAN, i hope someone kick you ass later

-aw livio noooooo :c

-NAH NO PLS NO BROTHER FIGHT NO NO

-damn

chap 4:

-no that fucking title while theyre bleeding holy crap no stop it nightow stop it

-leave my man alone plsssssssssssssssss

-OH I FUCKING FELT THAT. WOLFWOOD REACHING FOR ANOTHER MAGAZINE AND LIVIO SHOOTING AT THE SAME MOMENT. I FELT THAT

-oh thats...thats kinda hot actually (i say while wolfwood fights for his little life)

-i love nightow taking his fucking time. yes sir i will enjoy a page of the vial dropping from his mouth without any dialogue, thank you sir

-PAIN :D

-SHUT UP OLD MAN

-"please survive"................................im gonna need a million years

chap 5:

-VASH BABY WHERE ARE YOU I NEED YOU

-demon....while hes killing his bro.....i have a limit thats all im saying

-ITS CALLED LOVE BITCH

-HE GIVES A FUCK ABOUT THE HONOR HE JUST WANTED TO PROTECT HIS HOME WTF

-STOP TALKING AND KILL HIM MAN CMONNNN

-oh....he looks so pretty tho. likes he came back to life and is surrounded by his servants....damn that goes hard...

-oh yeah, that arm that had no explanation whatsoever. its ok tho, nightow gets a pass

-ah fuck.....hes here...

-yeap, you could say thats a demon ig

chap 6:

-AH YES SAD FLASHBACK IN MENTAL PALACE MAKES ME GO BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. ONE OF THE BEST THINGS EVER IM TELLING YA :D

-im sorry

-im jumping through the window idc anymore. poor livio man

-"fortitude".........yeah.....

-yeap that is scary as hell RUN WOLFWOOD GET TF OUTTA THERE

-DONT SMILE LIKE THAT YOU FREAK

-NONONONONONON SHUT UP WOLFWOOD SHUT UP

-STOPPPPPPPPPPPP

-STOPL PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE

-DIOS IM NOT STRONG ENOUGH

-orange if you animate this i will punch you but also kiss you in the lips

-i wonder what he means with that bell thats supposed to be tolling. hmmm. maybe its like a "hey come back to reality" kind of alarm thats not sounding

nightow you amazing bastard

#trigun #trimax #trigunbookclub #i cant #fuck #fuckkk #FUCK #el woowoo :c

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sassyfrassboss · 1 year

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Harry and Meghan Netflix special.

Episode 1 Notes:

1. From the outset we are told this is a first hand account, using footage from their own archives. And members of BRF have declined to comment.

2. For some ridiculous reason, first scene is at an airport arrivals lounge. Private jet Harry's documentary starts with scenes from a commercial airport. Lol. Appary he has just landed at London in March 2020. Probably traumatic because this was the first time they had to take commercial lol

3. It's quite evident that this started as a video diary (Meghan's idea?) around March 2020. Way before they finalized the netft deal. So ...this is how they pitched to platforms? This is the behind the scenes look? Scheming bastards.

4. They are addressing all the little criticism - private jets. How little she knew of Harry. Media scrutiny. Archie. How she gave up everything to marry him and then he voluntarigave up his life to join her world.

5. There is a LOT of footage of the kids. Basicat it's their iPhone gallery made into a movie with piano music.

6. She and her friends really overexplai. That she was single "SINGLE" for a couple of months in summer 2016. And travelly the world with her girlfriends. And that those trips were planned to enjoy the world. Girl doth protest a bit too much.

7. Oh btw they met on Instagram. Lol new twist. And she got to know his through his ig feed. Lol. He is photographer ok guys. And he asked to meet her. So not a blind date.

8. They also show their private chats. URghhhh!

9. Harry is such a doofus. All he wanted was to get married and that's a bit creepy ok. It comes across as if he would have married anyone.

10. Nacho is there. URghhhh

11. Meghan didn't know him guys, at all. Did not know anyone. But told all her friends. Hahaha... And they are all here telling us she didn't know. Hahaha... And well... it would all be cute but it's them. So Diana is mentioned a few times. We get to know about their first meeting. And then it cuts to commentary from the day Harry was born, and how special Diana was and how everyone loved baby Harry. Sneaky!

12. We see a lot of footage of innocent diana talking about Harry and Harry doing cute stuff. Just in case we forget. Harry says he doesn't have early memories of his mom. But, dear viewers, we do, right? So that's more important. We all loved Diana.

13. Everybody who has ever spoken/written anything favorable about the couple is in this series. Noone who could present the other side. It seems a bit glaring.

14. So much royal footage. So much of the queen. If she was alive she definitely would have been offended at this. I'm sure. This is disrespectful. Because it makes it seem like "Meghan against the institution". Instead of Harry and Meghan the lovestruck couple.

This is the undertone that I think Meghan may have wanted to distance herself from.

15. When Harry talks about his childhood it does make a but of sense, esp with the skiing footage and Eug and Bea look overwhelmed.

16. He says what she shared in panorama was her experience and truth. Even if it was obtained in the wrong way.

17. Harry is such a simp. Meghan tries to be, but personally she seems like she is overacting even in their old home videos and facetimes. How is that possible?? And Harry says she is so simar to his mum. ewww... the mommy issues!

18. Lol there really are Diana's pictures on the wall in a tiara in the nursery. Didn't Harry hace any private pictures of her he can show his children because this was literally from a magazine photoshoot. WTH!

19. When he talks about his mum's death, they show a photo of the two brothers. With William looking at Harry, and Harry staring into space. That's heartbreak. Truly. The only time I wished the brothers were still close. What would Will think if he sees this??

20. This episode does a good job at presenting Harry's childhood issues. And his fears. He seems self aware. And you empathise with him up to that point. But then I wonder, with all of this, how could Meghan make this whole thing about herself?? His problems are real and massive and he had so much support. And she and him, they make this all about her not being able to adjust and how unfair it was for her to leave everything behind (for all of 1.5 yrs lol).

21. I think, this maybe one of the reasons that Meghan hasn't liked this series. We get to know the Harry that we liked and loved and thought we knew. It makes her feel.like a nobody. And he overcompensates ofr that constay. But the showrunners, director, Netflix won't overcompensate. They tell us who us the more valuable one.

22. Harry is White Knight-ing in Africa. You know, the wayward, heartbroken lad who just wants some warmth and acceptance... It's a bit much, this narrative. esp in these times. This impression of Africa the land of authenticity and finding yourself, even if true, is something we should all avoid now.

23. Harry's issues are so obviously here, I believe if Meghan hadn't come along he might have stayed on the straight and narrow. She didn't value and respect his heritage. And he mirrored her to be able to keep her. (My opinion from this episode)

24. Whenever Lindsay Roth speaks, I feel like she is auditioning for the best friend's role in a Hallmark movie. Whenever nacho comes on screen I want to scream, he is a skeez.

25. They show Harry's tiny makesft tent. To quell the glamping rumours.

26. Abigail Spencer and her bad extensions. Uffff!

27. There's some friend of hers called silver tree. Lol what? Who is this woman? I bet she is a stand in for Gina Nelthorp Cowne. Poor Gina, was ghosted but would have loved to do these interviews.

28. They are saying that initially it was much easier for her to come to London and stay at KP with him. And then they would drive to Windsor and walk around frogmore and have all this space and privacy without anyone ever noticing. So much privacy in london. Hmm.... The exact life they left behind. Weird (not!)

29. It's all bad media, intrusive media.

30. Pictures of the Halloween party, the night before the news of the relationship broke. Eugene's costume, yikes! Also, did they take permission from her to use these photos because she is a literal princess. The palace would and should protect her. (IMO)

31. Harry says, after the news broke, he didn't know what he was walking into. Lol poor dude never thought Meghan would be thriving on getting papped every where. She really did milk this opportunity and was probably acting all innocent in front of him. Because his concern seems genuine, her shock less so.

32. Some of the news headlines, articles, voiceovers they show here are not from this period. They are from.much later, before the wedding. Not from 2016 i remember back then everyone loved her. And she got a lot of positive press, esp in the UK.

...

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Thank you!!!

#submission

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Hi okay. So opera is like. One of my biggest cultural blind spots. And I wanna start trying to get into it but at you know…reasonable prices lol. Any tips on where to start? Maybe in terms of where to watch operas online? And which operas are more easily digestible for a newbie lol

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! waking up and seeing this in my notifs made me sooooooo happy! S! there's a beautiful, wondrous, extremely problematic world of art awaiting you!

Alright, so I'm gonna try to take your question bit by bit but this is my specialized field and I love to talk about it but I'll try my best ok ok

pricing is definitely a valid concern - I totally get it. good news is there are still lots of options to see opera live that are not in A-level, top dollar houses. try googling and poking around instagram for what's called "storefront" companies, ie, smaller companies. there's less star power and production value, but you can see great performances for $20-$60 a ticket, depending on the house and your neck of the woods. another great option is the MetHD series. The Met Opera in NYC is an institution that I have....lots of thoughts about -- and we can talk about those too if you like -- but a decent thing they've done is that for about half of their season, they broadcast performances to movie theaters all over the world. I haven't gone since the Before Times (pre-covid), but I think the most I paid was 40 bucks. and it is a great way to see opera that's low stakes. wear comfy clothes, bring a big sweater, stuff your purse full of snacks. my friend and I went to Tristan and Isolde with numerous smuggled snacks and big old fountain drinks and it rocked!

online stuff: possibilities are endless. MetHD does have a catalog of past performances - you have to pay, so take that for what you will, but you can find whole ass operas on YouTube! and once you figure out what kinds you like, and which singers you like, you can get pickier and choosier. And of course, check out your local library! big city library systems likely have lots of digital subscriptions to peforming arts things. some names to look out for: Alexander Street Press; medici tv; naxos. a cursory google brought up this NYT article that has some resource possibilities too!

and, my recommendations for a new viewer!

disclaimer: I am a sucker for big, bombastic, romantic grand opera, but I understand that that can be A Bit Much for a first timer, so while I love all of these, not all are my top faves, but I think they are a great primer, and hopefully if you like them I can go on and on about the heavier-hitters later.

I personally think the best starting point for someone looking to get into opera is Puccini. He was a bit of a bastard (weren't they all) but his music and stories all unfold in a cinematic kind of way. Opera was written to fit a specific kind of theatrical/musical structure for a long time, and Puccini and his era was where that structure kind of broke down, and he just wrote to move a story and characters and music forward, away from this speak-sing, solo, repeat, speak-sing, ensemble, rinse repeat kind of thing. for a specific title, I highly recommend Tosca. The political battle for Italy's unification is the backdrop for one hell of a story. The title character is a boss ass bitch. She sings well, fights well, dies well. I think it rocks. and it's a very popular one, so finding an online version or a live performance should be easy going!

and S, since you are a theatre kid, I'd steer you to checking out La Boheme as well -- its the og source material Larson based Rent off of, though it's considerably more tragic. music is gorgeous though. Zefferelli (yeah, that one) directed a production at the Met that they mount every other year. it's beautiful! another I think you should try is La Traviata. aka the basis of the classic film Moulin Rouge. this one is by Verdi, based off the Dumas Lady of the Camellias. a courtesan in Paris who falls in love with this young man, and the forces of fate that pull them apart. it's got that aria that you hear in Princess Diaries 2 Royal Engagement, and there are moments of music that are just so fucking SUBLIME. Puccini also wrote his own spin on Dame aux Camellias called La Rondine, and it is a delightful, gorgeous, romantic piece, definitely worth checking out.

Okay one more rec and then I'll stop myself. and this one will be contemporary! mentioning the Met reminded me that this season they've swung big and put Dead Man Walking on their list. this is an opera that's been very important to me for like, 10 years. I learned one of the arias in undergrad, and I even met Sister Helen Prejean, and a few years after that, I got to see it live in kansas city, and even though we agreed that the lead was kinda meh, my friend and I were still so moved that we were sobbing. it's so so so powerful. idk if it is part of MetHD, but if so, I highly encourage you to see it. so, it is based off of Sister Helen's memoir Dead Man Walking, about how she came to be a spiritual advisor to inmates on death row, and it follows her starting this new -- phase? i guess? -- of her nun career, through to the inmates execution. it is not for the faint of heart, and I would say read the wikipedia and mind the content warnings, but god what a great opera. and one more note about the composer, honestly I don't think anyone else is doing it like Jake Heggie. he understands this concept that I think many modern composers don't, is that he's creating a dramatic work. and whether is comedic or tragic, it's got to move people. I've dealt with a lot of shitty modern opera, and I think those are mostly composed as if they are university assignments. llike, prove how well you understand this music theory concept by writing it. I say it's more like they are writing math problems instead of music. but Jake Heggie writes music. and that's what makes DMW such a standout to me. That and a low-voiced woman plays the heroic lead (rarer than one may think rip)

I am so so happy you asked and I am always open to talking more if you're curious! (and that goes for S and anyone else reading this <333)

#strideofpride #if nobody got me i know tumblr user strideofpride got me #asks #one of my bestest friends in the world is in grad school now for arts and nonprofit management so #reaching out to people our age and sharing opera with them has been at the center of a lot of our conversations lately #so hearing from you made me so so so so so happy <333

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Alleviating Boredom

Pairing: Frank Castle x afab!Reader x Din Djarin

Word Count/Rating: 5.4k / Explicit (18+)

Warnings: SMUT, reader uses gn!pronouns, a few uses of girl bc it's Frank ok?, reader is a brat, M/F M/M dynamics, fingering, oral (f&m), unprotected sex, dirty talk (let me know if something was missed)

Summary: Staking out a motel isn't as fun as it seems, but maybe it isn't all that bad.

A/N: HAPPY belated BIRTHDAY @honestly-shite I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH!!! My apologies for this being late, but it needed to be done right for your special day. I adore you and writing this filth for you feels like the very least that I can do to show that 😘🥰💕

Also a huge huge thank you to @sergeantbannerbarnes who beta read this and was an absolute lifesaver when I got stuck with this! I couldn't have done this without them 💕

It’s been days now hiding out in this old musty motel. You feel like you’re losing your mind. You haven’t been this stagnant in years, forced to wait and see what shakes loose. If it weren’t so important, you probably would have left this room behind long ago and fought your way for answers. Unfortunately that’s a bad idea right now, as your two fellow companions keep reminding you of when you inevitably start getting antsy again.

You’re laying on one of the queen beds, back against the creaky headboard waiting for something to happen. You turned off the TV a while ago, irritated by the same ads playing over and over again. There was nothing good on anyway.

Frank is sitting at the small excuse for a table they put in this room, field stripping and cleaning his gun again. You’d complain more if you didn’t love watching the elegant way his fingers move around it. They carefully trace every angle, every contour of the weapon, making sure that every square inch is as spotless as the last. He’s meticulous, so absorbed in the meditative monotony of the task that he doesn’t even notice your staring. Din does.

Din always notices. It’s one of the things you love about him, his sharp eyes saving both of your asses on multiple occasions, but you hate when those same eyes are turned on you. He never misses a trick. For fuck’s sake, he noticed how into Frank you were before you realized it for yourself.

What’s worse is now that Din knows, he teases you relentlessly. Around Frank it's nothing overt, subtly pushing your buttons to see you get worked up until you break and drag him to the bathroom for relief. It seems to be Din's main source of entertainment while you're cooped up in this place. You can’t really blame him – lord knows there’s nothing else to do while you’re here.

When you're alone is when Din pulls out all the stops. His thick fingers pumping in and out of you, whispering filth in your ear about how he knows you wish Frank would fill you up while Din lays claim to your throat. You don’t have any deniability with the way your cunt clenches at the thought. You haven’t been able to look Frank in the eye since Din put the idea in your head days ago.

Sensing the shift in your mood from across the room, Din drops the curtain from where he was peeking behind it.

"See anything?" Frank asks, not looking up from his gun.

"Still nothing."

For a moment, you think Din is about to walk over to the bed and tease you, but then he decides to do something far worse. He heads towards the door.

"I'll be back. We need more food if we're going to be stuck here longer."

You know exactly what he's doing, the bastard. You don't miss any of his tricks either. Jumping up from the bed, you frantically look for your shoes wherever you kicked them off the other day. "I'm coming with you."

Din shakes his head. "Sorry mesh'la, too big of a risk. Stay here and keep Frank company."

You're glad Frank doesn't bother with looking up. If he did, he would have seen the bullshit teasing smile pulling at the corners of Din's lips despite his dry delivery giving nothing away. He slips out the door before any further argument can be had and you're left standing, still shoeless, in the middle of the room glaring at the door.

You glance over at Frank, who you catch watching you out of the corner of his eye. Now things just feel awkward. Your clear eagerness to be out of the room, your recent inability to look Frank in the eyes, much less hold a conversation with him – it's all too much.

Din's presence has been the only thing acting as a buffer. Now that he's gone you don't know what to do with yourself. Uncomfortable with the situation you and your renegade fantasies have helped to create you lean back on the only defense you know.

You plop down on the edge of the bed closest to Frank. Silence stretches on, only the strange ambient noises of the motel room and the slight squeak of fabric on metal as Frank scrubs the barrel of his gun to fill the air. It feels like a dam about to break.

"How many times are you gonna clean that thing? I thought after the first five times you did that it would be squeaky.”

Frank huffs and continues cleaning. You decide to poke the bear a bit more. “Seriously though, are you that bad at cleaning it or is it something else?”

Gently, Frank sets the gun down. You didn’t really expect him to give in so quickly. Din usually lasts considerably longer when you’re trying to get under his skin. Then again, Din knows it’s a game.

“What’s your deal, huh? You go days not lookin’ at me, hardly saying a word, and now what? You’re givin’ me shit for keeping myself occupied?”

You’re desperately trying to not focus on the spread of Frank’s legs or the thickness of his fingers laced together. You drag your eyes up to his face. He’s squaring you with a look you don’t care for. Sizing you up, trying to figure you out. It’s enough to keep you from becoming completely distracted by the gorgeous sharp angles of his face. So unlike the beautiful curves of your Mandalorian and yet still so inviting.

You continue to deflect. “You know, when we decided to team up with you I thought there would be a bit more punishing.”

“Is that it? Got your panties in a twist because you don’t like waiting a little bit?” he grunts. You try to ignore the dampness you feel pooling in your panties at his mere mention of them.

“My panties are not in a twist.”

“Nah, nah, that’s right,” Frank says, leaning back in his chair, thrusting his hips slightly to make himself comfortable. His thighs look particularly inviting in that position, the denim doing nothing to hide how thick and powerful they are. He runs his thumb over his bottom lip, eyes narrowing in that way they do when he’s irritated by something. “They’re in Din’s pocket aren’t they?”

Well shit. You didn’t see that coming. “Excuse me?”

“Listen, if the two of you are going to fuck in there again at least turn on the shower or something for me, yeah?” Frank asks, thumb jutting over towards the bathroom.

Your face burns at the thought of Frank hearing you, of what he could have heard. It’s not like you and Din have been coy about your bathroom activities, but you were at least trying to keep it down. You bit Din hard enough to bruise the other night in an effort to keep your noises contained. Apparently through cheap motel walls that’s not enough.

You’re about to give this up, stammer out some apology or something when you realize – Frank won’t look at you. It’s so unlike him, always staring his enemies down, always taking them head on. It gives him away.

“You know what? I think you’re jealous.”

Frank chuckles a dry, nearly humorless laugh. “Is that so, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, I think you are. I bet you wanted to press your ear up against that door and catch every little sound. Probably jacked off to the bits you managed to hear.”

Frank suddenly zeroes in on you, like he's placed you under a microscope. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? Knowing that I was listening in?”

You balk, not expecting him to turn the tables on you so quickly. He hit the nail on the head and while you could lie to him outright words are failing you completely. You don't want to lie. You want to see what he'll do.

He keeps talking when you don't. “Yeah, I thought so. You’re terrible at playing things close to the chest, girl.” He looks smug, making you desperate to turn things back around on him. You’ve never been good at letting someone else have the upper hand.

Getting up from your perch on the bed, you scoff, stretching, making a show of it for Frank to watch. You know he is – his eyes are burning into your skin, greedy for the small strips that are revealed. "You know what, Frank?"

"Hmm?"

"You're right. I am terrible at it."

You climb into Frank's lap, inviting yourself directly into his space. He doesn't know what to do. His hands hover over your body, unsure of whether or not he should even touch. You can see the thoughts buzzing through his mind, completely thrown off by this sudden turn of events. You're more than a little proud to have caught him so off guard. It’s not often anyone gets one up on Frank Castle.

You lean in towards him, still curious to see what he might do. His eyes are searching yours, caught like a deer in headlights, until you break eye contact – dipping down to mouth along the column of his throat. Biting at his jugular, you feel his breath hitch, his large hands finally finding a place on your hips.

“What- uh- you can’t- Din-” His voice comes out like gravel, caught between pushing you further onto his lap or throwing you off.

“He said to keep you company.”

“I don’t think he meant like this, sweetheart."

You give an experimental roll of your hips against Frank. His hands squeeze hard, pulling you down against the growing bulge in his jeans despite his own reservations.

“You’d be surprised. With the way he talks about you, he might like you more than I do. He’s just too chicken shit to make the first move.”

You nip along Frank’s sharp jawline, crushing your body against him before capturing his lips with yours. You’ve been fantasizing about this for weeks, watching as Frank licks, thumbs, or bites his lips, and fuck does he deliver. It’s so different from kissing Din and no less exceptional.

Din always kisses you like it’s the last opportunity he’s going to get. Overwhelming, devouring in all the best ways. His tongue sliding across yours, sucking at your lip, never the first to pull away. Messy and raw, all the parts of himself that he usually likes to keep wrapped up and hidden away.

Frank kisses like it’s a dance. There’s a push and a pull, his mouth chasing yours while leading it somewhere new. You thought he might kiss like he fights – Harsh. Brutal. You were so far from the truth. All his hard edges smooth away, revealing something tender, something fucking romantic underneath it all.

You haven’t stopped rolling your hips, grinding down onto him. It feels like all too much and not nearly enough. Too many layers of fabric are preventing you from feeling him how you want to – the arms of the chair cutting uncomfortably into your legs as Frank takes up too much space in the small seat. It’s driving you crazy, so close to what you’ve wanted for too many long, drawn out days and unable to properly seek your satisfaction.

“Fuck, fuck, you gotta stop if you don’t want this to continue,” Frank groans beneath you.

You find the soft spot just beneath the corner of his jaw, sucking and biting at it until it starts to bloom a beautiful purple. “Do you think I’d start something I can’t finish?”

“That fuckin’ mouth of yours,” Frank mumbles, suddenly standing – lifting and tossing you backwards onto the nearest bed. “It’s gonna get you in trouble one day.”

You smile up at him, lips twisting into something wicked. “I was kind of hoping it already did.”

He chuckles, pulling his shirt over his head and giving you a show that makes your heart skip a beat. You've seen Frank in various states of undress at this point, but more often than not he's been torn up and bloody or you've felt the foolish need to avert your eyes. You can't believe you were ever stupid enough to do that. He’s gorgeous.

Frank isn’t as big as Din, you’re not sure anyone could be, but the man is cut. You suppose there is something to the mini-workout routine he does in the motel that drives you insane in more ways than one. Scars litter his torso, stories of fights and injuries past, but they don’t bother you. Both you and Din don’t look all that dissimilar, all of your histories spelled out on your skin. You can’t help but wonder if Frank will ever teach you how to read his.

Staring at him, you can feel your mouth go dry but you refuse to be outdone. You sit up, tearing off your shirt and sports bra in one go to make yourself evenly matched. It has the intended effect. Frank stops just shy of the bed, staring down at you with wide eyes.

"Are we just going to stare at each other all day or are you going to do something, Castle?" you tease.

"That’s it."

Frank is suddenly over top of you, pinning you to the bed under his large frame. You can't help the tiny squeal that escapes you at his quick movement, embarrassment at letting your mask slip heating you as much as your pooling arousal. As expected, it didn’t go unnoticed by Frank. You can’t say you’re fond of that commonality he shares with Din. You’ll never be able to get anything by the two of them.

Frank chuckles at you beneath him. “You like this, huh? Didn’t expect that from you.”

Stuck as you are, all you can do is look away and avoid eye contact. No witty reply is coming to mind and you can’t, can’t give him the satisfaction of caving so quickly. Frank’s hand wraps around your jaw, pulling you to look at him.

“Don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart, you asked for this.”

You want to be mad. You want to shove him off of you, tell him to fuck off, but he’s right and worse he knows it. There’s a glint in his eye telling you that he’s enjoying this as much as you are – inspiring you to not give up this fight just yet.

“Still waiting for you to do something, asshole.”

“Christ,” Frank growls, sinking down to reclaim your lips with his. His kiss isn't bruising but his hand nearly is, keeping you firmly in place. The contrast makes your head dizzy.

You can't help but gasp as Frank begins to work his way down your throat – small bites immediately soothed by the cushion of his lips. Spurred on, you buck your hips, desperate for more of his touch.

Frank chuckles, his hands making quick work of your pants. The excitement you feel at getting one step closer doesn't last long. Frank positions his thigh between your legs, but his hands are quick to hold your hips firmly in place.

"You- ass," you grunt as you fruitlessly try to grind down.

Frank doesn't even acknowledge your curse. Instead he keeps you in place, leaning down to mouth at your breasts. It's torture of the sweetest kind. You can't get enough of him, eager to place your hands anywhere you can get them on him, and greedy for more.

You're ready to start hitting and pushing at Frank, demanding more than this infuriatingly lethargic pace he decided to establish. You have no idea if he's trying to savor or punish you – maybe both. The motel room door opens just as your hand slips from Frank's shoulder.

Din isn’t carrying any grocery bags. Clearly he decided following through on his excuse to go get more food wasn't necessary. You're not really complaining. This way you might get some actual relief sooner rather than later.

Shutting the door, Din moves his hands to his hips, an amused smile playing on his lips. "I expected you two to be farther along."

Much to your disappointment, Din's appearance makes Frank move away from you and not closer. You glare at Din, knowing that he’s enjoying being a temporary cockblock. You’ve never been very good at delayed gratification. “Not helping."

Din's eyebrow arches at your comment and you know immediately that you've done nothing to help yourself. He sits down in the seat Frank was previously in, folding his hands in his lap. "Grab their hands, they like it when they can't touch."

Frank doesn't hesitate. In one fluid motion he's holding your wrists together in one hand, keeping you firmly in place. A thrill runs down your spine even as your eyes go wide. There hadn’t even been time to try to resist.

"Din, Din, please-" you beg, allowing yourself to break only the smallest amount. It could be enough to break him too.

To your horror, Din chuckles. "You got yourself into this mesh'la. I know you're smart enough to get yourself out."

"Ba-AHH-stard," you squeal as Frank slides his free hand under the band of your panties, the pad of one finger carefully grazing your clit.

"There they go with that fuckin' mouth again," Frank chastises.

"You get used to it," Din comments dryly, like he's talking about the weather. Any smartass comment dies on your lips as Frank’s fingers dip lower, gathering your slick, before bringing it back up to circle your clit. There’s no helping the moan that escapes your lips or the way you chase his hand, demanding more that he keeps infuriatingly out of reach.

Din, true to his word, does nothing to help. If anything, the heat from his stare watching the two of you is only serving to make things worse. They have you pinned down literally and metaphorically – both of these infuriating men more than content to slowly and methodically break you down. You can’t deny that it feels amazing, but you’d also really really like to speed things up.

The edges of your mind are starting to go fuzzy with pleasure. You can hardly remember being bored out of your mind on the other bed, waiting for something exciting to happen. All the entertainment you could ever want is now being provided and yet the still functional parts of your brain are screaming out for more.

You can just see Din over Frank’s shoulder. He’s clearly affected by the sight before him and you decide to give him the final push to join the two of you on the bed. “Din baby,” you call over to him. “Are you really going to let Frankie have all the fun?”

You’re mostly expecting it to backfire. The tactic is pretty transparent, but between the display before him and the neediness in your voice you think it’ll convince him. Frank smiles down at you, knowing your play exactly, and then takes you by surprise as he finally sinks a finger inside you. You think your gasp is what convinces Din to join.

Your eyes slide shut in pleasure, but you can hear the clink of Din’s belt, the soft shuffle of clothes being pulled off and falling to the floor. Suddenly, warm hands are pulling your panties completely off, leaving you bare and exposed.

Frank’s pace hasn’t faltered. Even as the bed dips from Din’s added weight, he keeps his movements slow and steady. It’s maddening. Enough to wind you up, but not enough to take you all the way. Din's close presence only makes it worse.

You open your eyes just in time to see Din’s hand wrap around the nape of Frank’s neck, pulling him into an all consuming kiss. You have no idea how Frank’s fingers don’t stop. You have no idea how you continue to breathe, watching the two men fall into each other.

Frank’s hands slip from your wrists, fingers tangling themselves into the soft brown curls of Din’s hair. Passionate is the only word you can think of to describe their kiss. The enthusiasm in which they meet each other, tongues dipping into each other’s mouths. You nearly freeze watching them, distracted almost completely by the show. Regaining use of your hands though, you decide to put them straight to work.

Reaching down, you try to take both men into your hands. With Din it’s easier, his boxer briefs doing little to contain his growing length. Frank, for some insane reason, is still wearing his jeans. It’s harder to tease him through the thicker fabric, but not wholly impossible. You know you’ve done something right when you hear Frank groan into Din’s mouth, his fingers stuttering for a brief moment.

Din knows exactly what you’re up to and without looking or breaking the kiss, he reaches down to start undoing Frank’s pants. Together it’s easy work, pushing his jeans and boxers down as far as you can, which is only about mid-thigh. Before you or Din can do anything more though, Frank stands up, pulling them off completely. You’d like to stare and take in the view, but Din has other plans.

He dips down, capturing your lips and quickly replacing Frank’s hand with his own. You’re not entirely sure you could tell the two men’s hands apart by touch alone. Both of them have large hands with thick calloused fingers and both are skilled in using them to make you writhe.

Din moans brokenly into your mouth, the kiss breaking, only for you to look down and see that Frank has pushed down Din’s underwear and taken the Mandalorian’s stiff cock into his hand. In turn, Din pushes another finger into your pussy. You feel like you’re going to explode between the view before you and Din between your legs, but you can’t help at least one more taunt. You're curious to see what it will do to them.

“Is- is that all y-you two got?”

Both of them freeze and you know you’ve done it. They’ve been pushed over the edge and if you weren’t already fucked before, you’re certainly about to be.

“Have you ever heard the phrase quit while you’re ahead?” Frank asks.

“Mesh’la?” Din chimes in. “Doesn’t know the meaning of it. Always has to push it one. step. further.” To further emphasize his point, his fingers sink deeper into you, curling up against that sweet spot only he can ever seem to hit.

Frank takes a similar but different approach. He traces your bottom lip with his thumb, slowly sinking it into your mouth. You can’t help but wrap your lips around him, the lingering taste of metal from his gun on your tongue. Frank looks pleased to have silenced you in any capacity. "Good girl."

There’s no hiding your reaction to that. You clench around Din’s fingers, his pace increasing and thumb landing firmly on your clit. Din sinks down your body, biting and sucking at your hip while Frank keeps you in place with his hand. His free hand reaches down, teasing your nipples and making your back arch.

“You wanna come?” Frank asks. You hum around his thumb, trying to get your desperation across. You’ve been on edge for too long now, Din rapidly bringing you closer to it. You’re not sure you can hold out all that much longer.

“Gonna stop acting like a brat if we let you?”

Any fight left in you evaporates completely as the wet heat of Din’s mouth replaces his thumb on your clit. You can hardly find it in you to shake your head yes, much less come up with any sort of retort. It’s difficult to speak with Frank’s thumb in your mouth anyway. Thankfully the small acknowledgement is enough to appease him.

Frank’s hand presses on the back of Din’s head, pushing him closer into you. You’d be worried about breaking his nose if it weren’t for the waves of pleasure crashing through you, drowning out anything else. There isn’t much technique to it at this point, but his enthusiasm more than makes up for it. It doesn’t take much for your orgasm to overtake you, Din working you through it until you begin to shake from overstimulation.

Frank’s thumb slips from your mouth, an awed expression on his face from watching you come undone. “I get why you’re always in that damn bathroom now.”

If your limbs didn’t feel so heavy, you’d probably hit him for that. Din takes care of shutting him up though, crawling overtop of you to take Frank in his mouth. Your chest is still heaving, coming down from your high. You can’t say that watching Din lick a stripe up Frank’s cock from base to tip is helping you calm down at all. Nor is the broken moan that Frank makes.

Din’s body is mostly draped over yours to reach Frank. The bulk of his weight is lifted, but his skin is still pressed against you, the softness of his stomach resting across half of your chest and left shoulder. Your hand traces the muscles of his arms and chest, more than happy to touch while he makes Frank come undone above you.

Frank is a sight to behold too. His face is flushed, gripping the headboard to keep himself upright. Din's cheeks are hollowed around Frank's cock, setting an even pace as he bobs his head.

You reach up, covering with your hand what Din is unable to fit in his mouth. You match his pace, spit slicking your movements. The noises Frank is making are sinful. You're half certain you recognize them, though they sound much better loud and up close then muffled through a thin bathroom wall. How you and Din ever thought you could be quiet enough in there is a complete mystery.

Din's cock finds the soft space where your thigh meets your hip and he mindlessly begins to grind himself down against you. Pre-cum wets your skin, lessening the friction and driving both of you crazy. It's not long before you're pawing at Din's chest, moving him away from Frank. Both men protest your readjustment with matching groans.

"Shut it," you say, guiding Din towards your entrance and pulling Frank in towards your face. You're thankful arousal hasn't clogged their brains so much that they can't figure out your intentions.

Din pushes inside you, your previous orgasm easing his way. As many times as you've had him, you'll never get over just how good Din feels – as though your bodies were made for each other. You wonder if Frank will fit you just as well.

"So fucking tight, mesh'la," Din grunts, burying himself to the hilt.

Frank waits until you've settled, gently cupping your cheek. You eagerly open your mouth, the weight of his cock heavy on your tongue. He eases in slowly, somehow still managing to be an insufferable tease, when you’d be more than happy to take him in one quick motion. He stops and pulls back when he feels the back of your throat.

They're gentle with you, letting you get used to the two of them, both pairs of hips gently rocking into you. It's enjoyable and extremely considerate, neither seeming particularly concerned with picking up the pace, reveling in what you've offered. It warms your heart, but this was not what you intended with this change in position.

You pull off of Frank with a wet pop and arch an eyebrow. "Are you two going to fuck me or not?"

Din and Frank share a look, dangerous smiles gracing their faces. "Careful what you wish for, girl," Frank growls, pulling you back towards him.

Din hikes up one of your legs, tossing it over his shoulder and fucking into you deeper. You moan around Frank's cock, one of his hands now gripping the back of your head. You grab at Frank's ass, half-moons from your nails now surely pressed into the plush flesh. The pleasure is overwhelming. You can feel the edges of your mind softening, allowing sensation to override lucid thoughts.

"This what you needed?" Frank asks.

"Needed us to fuck the boredom out of you?" Din adds.

You barely manage a response, an attempt at nod of your head.

"Don't worry, mesh'la. We'll make sure you're never bored again. Won't have to keep you to myself in the bathroom anymore."

You could die at the thought of that alone. Bathroom counters start to hurt after a while, not to mention the fact that you won't have to try and keep quiet any longer. The ability to have either man or watch them enjoy each other at any time makes another wave of arousal rush through you.

You hum around Frank, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock. His hips begin to stutter, his grip loosening. "F-fuck, I'm gonna- shit- I'm-"

He spills into your mouth, the salty tang of his cum coating your tongue. You swallow him down eagerly, what you can't take spilling from the corners of your mouth. Din hardly waits for Frank to pull away from you before he's claiming your lips, tongue plunging into your mouth. You're pretty sure you hear Frank swearing more, but it's difficult to process anything other than Din.

The coarse hairs at the base of Din's cock rub at your clit, hurtling you towards your climax. "Din, please," you whine.

He knows your body well, each punch of his hips threatening to knock you up the mattress. "Come for us, mesh'la," he grunts, his own orgasm rapidly approaching.

You fall apart around him, cunt clenching and making him spill into you. Din buries his head into your neck, clinging onto you. You'd complain about his weight, but you've come to expect it. He's always a barnacle after he finishes.

When you're able to open your eyes you find Frank still on the edge of the bed, looking at you both half in awe and half with uncertainty. You slip your leg down Din's body and worm one arm out from under him.

"Come here."

Din shifts, giving Frank space to lay on your other side. He seems almost surprised that you would both invite him so willingly into your space. It makes your heart ache. You wonder about the last time he was shown open and enthusiastic affection, how long it lasted for. For you and Din it had been a long time before you found one another. You don’t imagine Frank has had it any easier.

Frank lays beside you and Din throws an arm across, touching him too. Within a few moments you can already feel Din’s breathing evening out, drifting into a light sleep. Frank snorts. “He always fall asleep like that?” he asks quietly.

You place a soft kiss on the crown of Din’s curls. “Sometimes. Usually when he’s comfortable.”

There’s some irony to that statement. You’ve been staked out in this motel precisely because of how unsafe it is, waiting for your target or one of his associates to show up. Given the nature of your lives though, you suppose there is relative safety and comfort in this room. No one knows the three of you are here. There are two strong and capable men wrapped around you. For at least right now, at this moment, there’s no danger.

"You know he's going to become insatiable for you now, right?" you ask Frank.

He chuckles. "Like you aren't?"

You playfully smack him. "I'm serious. He's fucking annoying sometimes. Always watching you and up in your business." You can feel Din drooling onto your shoulder and due to your own lovesick mind it doesn't gross you out. "He's all or nothing though. He doesn't fuck around."

"Do you?" Frank asks.

"No," you smile. "I don't think you do either, which means you'll fit right in. You already do."

Frank looks at you with an indiscernible expression before kissing your forehead. "Get some rest, sweetheart. I'll take watch."

He hasn't really acknowledged what you've said, but you know in a way that was it for him. Offering to protect the two of you while you're laid out and vulnerable. You snuggle into Din's warm body, feeling content. There will be plenty of time to impress your love onto Frank later – for now, this is enough.

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