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nichuuu · 5 months
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Polyamorous - 1: Own
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Fuck. 
The expletive leaves your mouth right as Hanni’s tongue makes contact against the base of your shaft. She slides up, licking you up from base to tip. It was inane of you to think that the first thing a global icon like Pham Hanni would want to do after a long week was to take a shower, and you only realised this a second after Hanni dropped down to her knees and undid the string of your sweatpants, the former happening a meagre few seconds after she’d entered. Now here she is, her skin still glistening with sweat from her dance practice earlier as she lathers your shaft in spit. 
“Hello.” A simple greeting contrasts the intricate movements of her tongue, the one that swirled and curled around your shaft, slathering every inch of it in glossy, gooey spit. Her voice, her tone—every vowel, every consonant, every word (down to the last syllable), drips with lust. Well she’s needy today, you muse internally. As soon as she stepped through your apartment door, her hands were already on your waistband and chest, forcing the door shut with your body. The wantonness was ever so apparent in those eyes—the ones that looked up at you as she took her time to tease you. Through the jolts of pleasure that shoot up your spine, you manage a strained hey. 
A playful hand snakes up, grabs you by the balls. Her eyes gleam. 
“You’re full,” she comments. The hand begins a gentle massage of your low hanging fruits. “Been holding it in? To unload inside of you, is what you really want to say. Instead, what comes out is just a simple, raspy yep. The electricity in your veins overrides your brain’s functions, rendering you unable to translate your thoughts into words. The source of this problem is, of course, Hanni, but it's not as if she already knew the effect she had on you; the give away was the look of mischief on her face as her small hand wraps itself around your shaft, pumping with slow, teasing strokes as she let her breath linger around the head of your dick. The next question comes after she delivers a small kiss to your member: How long?
As her lips wrap themselves around you, your hands balled into fists against the door. She expects an answer out of you, but there isn’t much room for thinking when there’s a tight seal around your twitching shaft. For a moment, you think about just grabbing on tight to her skull and fucking her face right there and there. Why couldn’t you? Your shaft was already halfway into her mouth, your hands just centimetres away from her head, a simple motion—Reach forward, grip, thrust—was all you needed. But the control that Hanni has over you liquifies that desire, melting it into nothing but a puddle of a notion in your mind. 
“A-A week,” you miraculously manage to reply. Her eyebrows raise, your shaft sliding right back out of her mouth. The twitching meat rests against her cheek as she stares up at you. 
“A week?” Her lips pout as she speaks. You want those pouty, plump lips to shower your cock with kisses so badly. “You must have,” she slaps your head against the soft flesh on her face, “quite the load for me then.”
If she keeps this up, you have a feeling that the load she’ll get will be a lot bigger than what she expected. Of course, you keep this to yourself. You find it congenial to watch as she pumps your cock with your head resting against her cheek. 
“You know what I really want?” It’s a rhetorical question from her really. You knew exactly what she expected from the moment your dick came out of your underwear; I wanna bounce on your dick, I wanna take you in my ass, I want you to fuck me—All variations of the simple message: Fucking ravish me with your cock.
You know what she wanted, down to the last minute detail. Yet you shake your head. This is more than a simple test of your knowledge on her—it’s a game, a game to see who will follow who’s lead. Right now, it is Hanni who is in charge, this unspoken agreement made between the both of you from the moment she took your cock in her mouth. 
She rises from her knees, takes a step closer. Whispers, “I want you to fucking fill me.”
That’s a new one.
In your opinion, the cussing in the sentence was a bit excessive, but it doesn’t take away from the sheer intensity of the lust that bleeds through her words. Then she drags you by the cock, callous in her mannerism as she pulls you towards the couch. Barely ten minutes after she entered your apartment and she’s already getting right to it, and you are genuinely surprised that she didn’t begin her attempts to draw a thick load out of you at the door.
She tosses you onto the couch, then quickly takes her position between your legs. You have to remind yourself to breathe when those lips take you back into her hot, wet mouth; you force yourself to not break right there and then as she draws upwards with her lips and lets them slide over the head of your shaft. She was playing with you, toying with the rock hard meat between your legs to let the blood flow to all the right parts of your body. All you can do is let out a soft drawl—Fuck Hanni—as she slowly kisses up your shaft, doing what you wished she would do while you were still standing at the door. Her lips make contact with your dick more times than you can count. Her eyes sparkle, the corners of her lips upturned into an innocent smile. She’s intentionally breathing a little harder than usual, letting her breath tingle the head of your cock, 
The wink she gives you tells you that she’s about to take you for a ride. She doesn’t disappoint, the groan that rips through your throat being the sordid tell that she’s off to a great start. She lets her lips travel down your length—further and further till she realises that she can’t go down anymore, retraces her steps, goes down again. All of this is rinsed and repeated (and it isn’t done slowly, mind you) as drool accumulates on your cock, the fervent gurgling that emulates from the depths of Hanni’s throat telling you that she’s perfectly fine the way she is. 
Then she adds her hand, fingers twisting around your slick dick in a corkscrew motion: pumping, stroking, fucking milking you to the best of her ability. She’s pushing you past your limits, overwhelming you with all the sensations she would wreak upon you with what she had available. Your first thought was to grab her by the wrist, pump your shaft even faster with those slender fingers, but then she reads your mind, doing it for you better and faster than you could ever imagine. It slides up and down, up and down together with her lips, spit smiling out between the gaps between her fingers. 
Hanni had given you head before (not that it did anything to blunt the utter pleasure that she was able to impart on your body) and it was always done in earnest. She makes it seem so effortless, smooth in her movements and consistent in speed. Many nights you’d receive head from her just like this, but the sight of that jet-black lock of hair bobbing between your legs, the sound of the lewd gurgling and slurping, the feel of that tight seal around your cock that was her lips… None of it ever got old. 
She kept it so fresh, so… Well, not exactly clean.
Your hand finds itself on the top of her head, the familiar motion of pushing down on it each time she bottoms out executed as you always did. Now, it should be noted that Hanni’s a very thorough person. When she cleans, she cleans thoroughly. When she examines, she examines thoroughly. And now, when she sucks dick, she sucks it thoroughly. Her mouth was warm, tight and so very wet. It slicked your shaft with spit, leaving a glistening trail that was repainted and retraced with even more of her saliva, plump pink lips cramming in every bit of cock that she could fit into that hot little mouth, and by god could take you in. 
Like you said—She was so very thorough. 
Her eyes—those dark brown orbs that reflected nothing but lust—stay trained on you, beseeching you to keep your attention on her as she slobbered on your shaft. Her tongue cushions your base, the top of her mouth directing your cock into her throat. She moves deftly, taking you in and out of that mouth with measure, fervent and pace. Hungry is your initial word to describe her, but then it quickly changes to needy, then to fervour. Finally, you settle on Impatient, because that was the best way to describe her style. 
She was always impatient. Her style was never a gradual ramp up in pace, but rather “fast and stay fast”. The word “”slow” didn’t exist in Hanni’s books, nor did the word “patience” (though you personally wished that they would sometimes). Every motion had to be done quickly and swiftly. There was no room for child’s play. Yes, she could tease. Yes, she could take her time if she really wanted to.  But there really was no need for all of that at the moment, not when she’s bobbing her head between your legs with such gusto.
The black locks bob rhythmically between your spread thighs (there’s no cessation to this allegro) as she takes your shaft in and out of the wet, warm cavern of her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh in random patterns, each entry and exit into her lips sending spikes of pleasure from your crotch to the rest of your body. Every so often, a moan would emit from the depths of her throat, sending pleasant vibrations down your shaft and up your spine. You grunted, groaned and sighed; she gurgled, gagged (every now and then) and hummed. The electricity that courses throughout your body is breathtaking. Now you start to think of a word to describe this feeling.
Heaven. Yeah, that was the word to describe it.
You never realise that your eyes closed themselves, but they snap open when your shaft leaves her mouth with a slick, wet pop. For a second, you thought that it was over. Then you realise that you’re far from callow when it comes to dealing with Hanni, and that she’s probably about to escalate things to another level. You’re only proven right when she wipes the spit from the corners of her mouth and rises to her feet. 
As she strips, you start to take back what you said about Hanni being impatient. To be clear, she was impatient a good majority of the time. Now however, she seemed to be in the mood for a little bit of slow play. Her baggy shirt slowly rises, the hem going past her waist, then her belly button—continues painfully slowly till you see the elastic band of the sports bra that she has on. Then with a grin, she slings it off her body. Her pants are next, displacing in the opposite direction as her shirt at the same, painfully slow rate. Bit by bit, layer by layer, her garments slowly come undone. It drove you to the brink of delarity. If it were up to you, you’d have stripped her, got her on her back with her knees against her shoulders and railed her till you both came in a sweaty heap–and she would’ve let you do just that, but you didn’t.
With a very slight sashay in her hips, she saunters over. She straddles you, thighs on either side of you as she settles down. Your cock nestled snugly in the space between those plump asscheeks, the ones that you lightly spank, then lightly squeeze. Now the formalities come back into play; her lips hover over yours for a brief second before they gently drop to meet yours. She kisses you, softly, gently. For a moment (and just that moment), you forget that she was creating a sloppy mess between your legs just mere minutes ago.
Her hand—It snakes through your hair, slides down to your face, cups if for a second. Then the other slithers up your chest, stopping right at the collar before it gently tugs at your shirt—Take it off, she’s telling you. 
Your hand—Lingers on the firm flesh of her asscheeks for just a moment more, then slides over to the hem of your shirt. The other one slips in, hoisting the thin fabric up and over your head. Then they skate up her sweat-slicked, tight body. They travel up in the same direction and slow fashion of her shirt just moments ago: slowly rising, going past her waist, then her belly button–Continues painfully slowly till you reach those soft, ample mounds that sit proudly atop of her chest. 
Then they squeeze.
Her body—It jolts as her breasts are given the attention they long for, a soft sigh leaving her lips. It leans forward ever so slightly, receives kisses from you on the jaw, then the neck. As it flushes against you, she whispers into your ear, “I’ve been waiting for this…”
Your thumb finds the sensitive nub on her opening. “Oh yea?”
“In the dorm…” she trails off for a moment when your thumb begins to rub her clit in small, circular motions, but then she gets back on track, “I always think about riding you till my legs give out.”
You could picture it clearly in your head: Hanni, curled up under her covers in the dorm, her hand between her flushed thighs and another over her mouth as she fingers herself. She moans your name silently, careful not to disturb the others with her raunchy fantasies. 
“What else do you think about?” You’re curious to know more.  
She falls silent for a moment, enjoying the feeling of your thumb entertaining her clit for just a second, then she says, you.
There it is: the shameless confession. For the record, you knew that she’d get naughty with herself while she was away from you, she sent you videos—that you could only view once—of her playing with herself in the bathtub of her dorm before. Sometimes, an exclusive video comes in; her leg would be on the bathroom counter, her phone in her right hand while the left works itself between her legs. Quietly and just for the camera, she’d moan your name, and it turns you the fuck on.
“And what exactly do you think of when you think of me?” you press. 
Another moment of silence. The admissions spew forth: I think about you folding me in half and fucking me. I think about you bending me over the kitchen counter. I think about you pinning me against the wall. I think about—
She would’ve gone on forever if it didn’t shut her up with a kiss. You consider the possibility that maybe, just maybe, she imagines all of this while dancing on stage in front of millions of fans, or when she’s in the practice studio learning the steps to the next big hit that they’re about to comeback with. The endless possibilities deluge your mind as you start bringing your kisses down to her jaw, then to her neck.
It's when your lips reach her collar bone that Hanni finally decides to let those hands snake down and grasp on to your cock. It’s when your sigh washes up against her skin that she raises herself up on her knees. She lines you up with her slit, letting you feel the heat of her womanhood as she gently grinds her pussy against the head.
When she sinks down, you feel like blacking out. The tightness, the heat… Fuck, you couldn’t even get started on how wet she is. Your fingers dig into the soft flesh of her small waist, a sharp exhale forced out of your lungs like a bullet; a guttural moan for Hanni. You’re in perdition barely a second after you get inside of her, and she’s sure as hell not giving you time to adjust. 
Then she’s riding you, fast and hard. Her hands grip your shoulders, her head tilted back. She barely gave you time to adjust to the tightness of the flesh around your cock before she’s moaning like her life depends on it. Your name—amongst the expletives and exclamations that tumble out of her mouth—rings clear in your ears, her arms wrapping around the back of your neck, holding you in place like her frenzied movements would make you start moving away. 
Then for the next few minutes, it’s just fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck that punctuates each entrance, the same lips that delivered the sloppiest of blowjobs just minutes prior parting to let such filth fly forth without much of a filter. She crushes those same lips with yours, kissing you vehemently, hungrily. You think for a second about involving some tongue, but that plan quickly goes to waste when her lips tear away from yours to let out another stream of gasps. 
She was so hot, so utterly tight and wet around your cock, her hips and thighs moving with such perfect rhythm that it was quite literally breath stealing. In the sheer intensity of it all, your hands stayed on her hips, but she grasps your left hand and brings it to a needy, bouncing breast, her fingers pulling yours around her tight nipple, closing around it and squeezing it, clutching the needy, wanton flesh and eliciting a sigh from her lips. She brings your other hand to her face, making you cup it in a tender, ginger fashion that heavily juxtaposes the raw sex that was happening in the midst of it. In a way, it was cute, but only a little. 
In the midst of the overwhelming intensity, you find her right breast, catch it mid bounce and send it straight into your mouth. What left Hanni’s mouth was not exactly a moan, but rather a mewl, one that was high-pitched and so erotic that you wished that you were recording this. Moan louder for me, Hanni is what you wish you could tell her while your mouth sucks on her tit, but alas, one mouth can only handle one thing at a time. You settle with the sighs and cries that make her sweaty chest vibrate ever so slightly, content with the way her voice was getting more and more hoarse from moaning by the second. 
She grips you–roughly–on the back of your head, fingernails digging into your skull as she forces your face deeper into her cute little chest. She’s trying desperately, licentiously, to push her mound deeper into your mouth. Then the other hand slinked to your neck, pushing it towards her while she let an even louder cry rip through the air. You ponder on being playful–deliver a small nibble to the flesh that had been impelled into your jaws, or maybe suck on it hard enough to mark it. But when the oh fuck I want to touch myself leaves her mouth, you decide to divert your attention to back to her clit. Your thumb takes its original position, the pad of your finger swirling it in just the right way to make the flesh around you tighten.
When your jaw gets tired, you let the glistening tit pop out of your mouth. “Fuck Hanni,” you decide to quip, “you’re taking this cock so well.”
Her eyes tear away from the ceiling—which she’d been staring at for the past minute or so—to lock on you. Then in a raspy, airy drawl, she replies—This pussy was made to take your cock.
She could be quippy when she wanted to, and she could definitely be overtly lecherous when she desired to. In this case, she’s a combination of both. The slight tinge of haughtiness in her voice tells you: This cock is mine and mine alone, and I’m gonna ride it till I cum. Then there was the generous dash of want in that honey-like voice that says: I love this cock, I love the way it fills me up and stretches me out. It’s gonna make me cum so fucking hard. 
A woman of multitudes is what she is, and sex only brings out a few of her many layers. As she bounces atop of you, taking your cock in and out of her hot, slick pussy while she moans and gasps and sighs, you realise how content you are with seeing this wanton, needy and dominant side of her. And as she starts going down on you harder and faster, you come to realise how hot this whole situation is. 
Cause picture it this way: A cute, bubbly and pretty Hanni, bouncing relentlessly on your rock hard length that’s slicked with her spit and juices, moaning fervently as she rides you like you’re one of her sex toys, her tits bouncing atop her chest and her thighs quivering around you. It was one of those nights that she felt like being in control, one of those nights where she really just wanted to ride out all of her pent up stress and frustration as she cries, I own this fucking cock. You were more than happy to be her outlet. 
“Oh fuck… Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.” That’s all she Hanni can manage as she starts going even faster, crashing down on you even harder. Her hands slip off your body, reaching behind her back and grabbing on to her ankles. She’s relying on her knees to hoist herself up now, and counting on your hands to hold her steady while she fucks herself on your cock. You’re relying on your self control to hold you back from cumming at the titillating sight. 
Her body—curves deliciously in this new position, her flat, toned tummy arching towards you and her head tipping back just slightly past her feet. She feels tighter, hotter, (and somehow) wetter around your cock, soft ‘ah’s floating out from that pretty little mouth. She’s playing with you once more, testing the waters to see what it’ll take to drive you feral. “You like my body don’t you? You’re… You’re so fucking turned on by this fucking body, right?”
“God yes.” 
“You wanna fucking ruin it so bad, huh?” She’s looking you dead in the eye. “Wanna get me on my back,” she bends back further, “and shove this thick fucking cock into this tight fuckdoll don’t you?”
You contemplate just hoisting her up into the air and making her ride you while you are standing, picturing the sight of her face dropping and rising in front of your face as the full length of your shaft spears deep into her tight and wet walls. But when… 
“But when” what?
Up till this point, there was always something stopping you from doing as you pleased. Now however, you couldn’t find anything to stop you from succumbing to your desires–and so you do, scooping your hands beneath that plump ass and rising to your feet. 
“H-Hey!” she yelps in surprise as she’s hoisted into the air. She was a lot heavier than she looked
“What’s wrong?” you challenged, adjusting your grip on her small frame to offer her better support. “Can’t own this cock while you’re standing up?”
She recognises the challenge, straightens her back before you. 
“I can own this cock in any position.” Her tone is unwavering, her ass shifting slightly in your grasp as her legs wrap themselves around you. A dark look crosses her face in the form of a bright grin. With the assistance of gravity, she lets herself fall slightly, rock hard meat driving straight up her hot, wet cunt. The wide-eyed, mouth agape complexion of surprise takes her face as she’s filled to the brim. A shrill, breathy cry shoots out from her chest; it’s music to your ears as you start thrusting upwards and into her waiting walls, the same ones that squeeze down harder around you as the head of your cock starts to knock against her cervix. 
Fuck, is all she can manage to get out before she’s throwing herself down onto your cock. She takes you in—down to the hilt, balls deep—hard and fast, not sparing a single second to catch her breath. Her moans are fragmented, split into different tones as she rises and falls on your dick—sometimes passionate and shrill, other times deep and guttural. She’s maximising her output energy for more pleasure, converting that pleasure into energy that powers the sinful rock of her hips each time she takes you in. Then she’s screaming: Oh god, Oh my fucking god, crying: You’re so deep. I can’t fucking take it!, gasping: You’re gonna–I’m gonna–Oh fuck I’m…
But it’s the declaration that really gets you, the one where she screams into your ear: Oh fuck, I’m cumming!
Just like that, Pham Hanni comes undone as she cums. The orgasm that cuts through her body is terrifyingly violent, but oh-so-wonderful to watch as tight, hot flesh spasms around your cock and that pretty little body convulses in your arms. For beautiful seconds, she is utterly overwhelmed by the sensations, until finally she slumps forward in your arms, breathing heavily. You take that moment of vulnerability to get her on her back, spreading her flushed, trembling thighs and pumping into her body once again. She lets you do that—not that she could fight it in her current state—as she wraps her arms back around your neck and whispers, “Be good… Fill me.”
Then nothing else matters for the next few minutes. Only Hanni’s body exists in the long minutes where you fervently pump your shaft between her legs. She looks so good beneath you, her pussy swallowing your cock whole and her tits spilling out through the gaps of your fingers because of how hard you’re holding on to them. Through her soft, horse moans, she eggs you on: Come on baby, give me that nice big load… Cum in me then fuck it deep inside of me. You know you want to. 
Then she pulls you close, breathing on your ear, imploring you, “Please, please, please cum inside your little fuckdoll… I want it so bad.”
And so you do—burying yourself as deep inside her as you can before finally letting the pleasure overwhelm you. Your cock pulsates as it fills with semen before spurting thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside Hanni’s tight, grasping pussy. She lets a soft moan escape her lips with each spurt, as though welcoming it, as though each one were something she long wanted and needed.
After you empty yourself inside her you withdraw your still stiff, cum-slick cock halfway out of her body before thrusting back in, letting your cock stir the load inside her, saturating her walls, making her already drenched and dripping pussy even more of a sloppy mess. She lets little sighs of pleasure and contentment leave her lips as you take your liberties with her hole, relishing the warm wetness of your cum inside her as you take your last few thrusts into her body, pushing the thick load that she’d been waiting for deep into her. 
You only ever stop moving after your arms give out. You crash atop of her, your ragged breaths hardly in sync with hers as you feel the soreness begin to creep up from your feet to your thighs. Softly, gently, she nuzzles herself into the crook of your neck and breathes, thank you.
You raise your head just enough so that your mouth is next to her ear. “Welcome back.”
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shares-a-vest · 15 days
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@flufftober Spring Edition Day 2: Banter, Joking, Fun
wc: 650 | Rated: T | cw: None
Tags: Dad-Jokes, Steddie Dads, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson
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‘Eddie Munson vs. Multi-Generational Penguin Jokes’
Eddie hums with relief as he pulls the lever on Steve’s recliner and eases himself back. A sense of relief washes over him, the pain in his lower back finally alleviating as he stretches out as far as the chair can go.
“Yes,” he hisses, closing his eyes as he palms around the side table for the latest copy of People, and readies himself for a quiet afternoon of reading.
Joanie is playing in her room and Steve is... well...
Doing something that doesn’t require hogging the squishy comfort of the recliner and allows Eddie the privacy of perusing a gossip rag free from teasing barbs.
He locates the magazine and opens his eyes, flicking to a story about Bruce Springsteen’s handsomeness and tight jeans. If he holds the magazine up to cover his face completely, he might even stay camouflaged enough that even the cats won’t bother him.
Eddie side-eyes the fridge, regretting not indulging in a cold one when his magazine knock-knocks towards him, the punched paper crinkling and warping despite his hands stiffening (and cramping) with a steel-like grip in a feeble attempt to save The Boss’s face.
He straightens up at a snail’s pace – enough to peer over the top of his magazine without completely giving up his comfort.
And sure enough, the magazine-crinkling, interrupting culprit is Joanie, smiling all too sweet in her sunshine yellow summer jumpsuit.
“Can I help you?” he asks, eyes narrowing with suspicion.
Joanie tilts her head to the side, her sweet smile curling into something mischievous, her eyes glistening in a way that leaves Eddie shuddering at the thought he is in fact, looking in the goddamn mirror.
“Can I tell you a joke?” she says more than asks as she clasps her hands behind her back and rocks on her bare heels.
Her cheeks flush and yep – Eddie thinks he might know where this is going...
He leans on his elbow and cranes his neck to listen out for the person who surely put Joanie up to this, all the while keeping a close watch on his daughter. His eyes narrow as he catches a whispered chiding being directed at one of the cats, followed up with a shuffling that sure as hell sounds like Steve’s old man slippers scuffing on the floorboards.
“Fine,” he replies, settling back down to turn his full attention to the resident comedian, adding a huff for good measure.
Joanie grins, too pleased with herself and Eddie gulps. He won’t be able to keep up this uninterested ruse much longer if the little bean before him is going to continue looking that adorable.
“Ummm… Where do… penguins…” she begins, tearing her big eyes away as she musters up everything she can to recall the joke, twirling a lock of hair around her finger as she recites, “Where do penguins go to the movies?”
Eddie tosses the magazine aside to free himself up enough to fold his arms, desperate to stifle a whimper as he pea-brain takes him back to exactly where he had heard this one before.
“Wouldn’t have a clue,” he blurts out, lying.
“The dive-in!” Joanie beams, jumping with her arms wide open at the punchline.
She chuckles away through a toothy grin that quickly fades into a frown.
“Who told ya that one?” Eddie asks, knowing the answer.
Steve first told him this joke years ago, back in Hawkins when they first started kinda-sorta-not not dating and they went to the drive-in two towns over. Back when Eddie realised the Harrington Charm also involved many lame jokes that worked a little too well on him.
“No one,” she shrugs, turning to the hall.
They both look up to find Steve poking his head out from Joanie’s room.
“He didn’t laugh!” Joanie all but screams.
“What!” Steve replies in disbelief, stepping out into the open, “But that one’s a classic.��
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jaeminvore · 8 months
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Volleyball for Dummies (In Love Edition)
CHAPTER 26: Mark and Y/N? Mark and Y/N.
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word count: 4.7K
content warning: a dog having as much screen time as our main cast/pair, fluff fluff fluff, humor, crack treated seriously, mildly suggestive content, vague implications of sex towards the end.
playlist: The Beginning — Alina Baraz // Gimme the Wheel — Alina Baraz (feat. Smino) // Natural — Sabrina Claudio // Get You — Daniel Ceaser (feat. Kali Uchis) // Honesty — Pink Sweat$
notes: maybe Mark was onto something when he said Daegal was weirdly smart for a dog 🤔 technically it is still Markus’ birthday when I post this so HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE ONE AND ONLY MARK LEE you deserve all the love you get on the daily 🥳🎉 This is a long one so I recommend having a drink or snack with you! and this is a rather sweet and humorous piece, which is a common theme in my works haha enjoy !!
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“Well, this is definitely a problem,” Mark laughed as both he and Y/N watched Daegal put on a show of snarling her little heart out after they attempted to move past the growling, small ball of fluff guarding the doorway of Mark’s bedroom. “She doesn’t want us to leave.”
“She’s so cute though,” Y/N cooed. “She was fine the whole day and now she’s become this little demon. What’s up with our Daegal-ie, huh?” She dropped to a squat, holding out a hand and oddly enough, the bichon reverted into her usual sweet disposition, pink tongue lolling out as her tail wagged from the attention. “Are you asking for a treat?”
Daegal turned up her nose with a snuffle. That’s a no then.
Y/N peered up at Mark, “you took her out, right?”
“Like an hour after dinner, yep.”
She let out a thoughtful hum. “We gave her a bath.”
“Played with her a lot,” Mark nodded, listing everything down with each lift of his fingers. “Gave her lots of treats too—well,” he gave the setter a bemused look. “you did.”
“What Chenle doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Y/N giggled as her hands went to cup Daegal’s tiny face, then both gracing Mark—who was already wound up so tight from being around her the whole day, Christ—with the puppy eyes, Y/N blinking exaggeratedly with a sweet pout. “And you can’t say no to that face, now can you?”
He sighed through his nose. Fuck.
Mark was aware that Y/N was talking about Chenle’s darling ‘daughter’. That much was obvious already, but Y/N’s question (statement?) wasn’t exactly far from the truth. She was right to some degree. Mark had a hard time turning away anyone who’d purposefully make themselves look even more pathetic in that regard. When he was younger, his own mother told him that he had a heart too big for his body, and would often joke that it was a relief it hadn’t burst from his chest yet.
It’s not a bad thing, my love. Mom would reassure him the moment he started sulking. There will come a day where you’ll find someone you’d want to give your love to. It might take some time, but you will and I know they’d be the luckiest person in the world. I can only hope that you’d feel the same, because you deserve as much love as you are willing to give.
(Too late. Mark thought, wistful. Each and every piece of his heart was Y/N's begin with, leaving nothing behind but a space big enough for her to crawl in. She belonged there. Just like how Mark's heart belonged to her).
And Mark was lucky!
… sort of—Look, he felt lucky regardless even if Y/N didn’t return the feelings threatening to spill from the huge, metaphorical jug Mark’s been carrying around once he realized that this was more than just a crush on the brazen girl Donghyuck trained with at the local volleyball workshop back in middle school.
Lucky that the setter kept him around. Lucky that she even gave him the time of the day. Lucky that Kim Y/N went out of her way to actively be with him. Whether it was just to be in each other’s presence with the silence weighing on them like a blanket would; warm and comforting, or if Y/N wanted to burn the remaining energy she had by roping Mark into practicing with her. 
The Mark then would have settled with just that. The Mark who was content with being on the sidelines, watching out for Y/N and only running towards her when it’s only absolutely necessary. Which, in the first place, wasn’t. Not really. Managers were only there as a precaution. Extra eyes and hands, if you will.
Y/N was strong. Stronger than Mark could ever be since she was the one who braved the world with knee and arm pads to soften the blow of wooden floors, and the harsh criticisms hurled towards her. The setter had no qualms with the independence granted by her cocksure nature, long before Mark could even sort out just why his heart pumped faster than normal when Donghyuck dragged him along to watch Y/N play.
However, she wasn’t exactly one-dimensional as the articles wanted to claim. Y/N was more than the vicious words that was forcefully pushed onto her person despite the countless achievements she had received throughout the years. She’s a phenomenal athlete through and through, and she never let here-say shaped her identity.
Mark learnt that reputation meant nothing if you managed to see past it. After all, he got to unravel each and every layer that made Y/N who she was behind the curated image the volleyball community painted her as.
And if the world refused to see beyond that, then Mark wouldn’t entirely mind if it meant that the Y/N he’d come to know from being their manager was only for him to see.
Greed was a funny thing.
Greed rarely reared its ugly head. Mark had always thought he was somewhat generous. He didn’t mind sharing; he gave as much as he could when the time called for it, but he supposed it couldn’t hurt to be greedy—selfish even. Perhaps just this once to understand what it meant to want, to crave, to desire so much to the point of losing one's mind.
Because the sight of Y/N staring up at him with those eyes that could very well hold the entire galaxy—even if it was at the expense of imitating Daegal—had something greedy and possessive rise up his throat that he had to physically press his lips together to prevent it from spilling out.
Mark didn’t want to leave her hanging though and he managed to keep all that at bay with a wry smile, a fond look given to Daegal before settling his gaze onto an expectant Y/N.
“Susceptible to manipulation by anything cute, huh?” He came down to squat beside her too, reaching out to scratch Daegal behind her ear.
Y/N shrugged, “you tell me.” she said, following it up with a snort and a knowing smile. “Did you try it on me before, Manager Lee?”
Mark blinked. “are you—are you flirting with me?” and he was immediately rewarded with a soft string of laughter.
“It took you this long to realize?”
What the fuck.
Y/N didn’t let him answer though, not when she turned her full attention onto the small dog. “What is it, you little gremlin?” She asked, playfully giving the bichon the stink-eye as she booped her damp nose. “Did you wanna play some more?”
Daegal huffed, licking her nose as she sat back, all prim and proper as much as a dog could be.
“Not that either, huh?” She mused. “I’m not a mind-reader, Daegal. I really don’t know what you want.” With a sigh, the setter smacked her knees, standing to her full height.
And she seemed rather distressed by this too, at least it’s what it looked like to Mark as he soon followed her actions.
“I’m gonna check on the cats.”
Right. They should be in Jaemin’s room. Mark recalled that they’ll do just fine on their own, seeing that in spite of their clingy and affectionate nature, there was still some type of independence Jaemin’s cats harbored. Pets are very much like their owners. Very fascinating stuff. Nevertheless, Mark understood the setter’s sentiments. It didn’t hurt to be cautious.
Daegal didn’t though. Not that they expected her to, but it still was a surprise to both temporary fur parents when the bichon properly barked at Y/N’s attempt of taking a step forward.
It was a sharp kind of bark—high and sounding like a warning which had Y/N jumping back in pure shock and disbelief, both her and Mark’s jaws dropping at the small act of rebellion.
“Daegal!”
Mark’s tone was authoritative. He didn’t like yelling at any of the house pets if he could help it, but her sudden turn to stubbornness was very uncalled for. Especially when there was no reason to be. Earlier on, Daegal looked like she was faring well with Chenle’s absence. They encountered no problems aside from the fact that she had so much energy to burn, so this—whatever  this is—is a little concerning.
Though it looked that the stricter route Mark took on worked, judging by how the bichon shrunk in on herself from his outburst. Small as Daegal was to many, that didn’t stop her. If anything, it spurred her on even further as she trotted towards Y/N with purpose and nosed at her calf.
This continued on for a handful of times with Mark and Y/N watching on with silent confusion, until Daegal realized that a simple series of nudges won’t be enough to knock-down a full-grown woman who takes hits from balls as a living (kind of). So she started pushing at Y/N with her front paws, doing an absurdly amazing job at balancing on her hind legs.
Y/N was so surprised in fact that it caused her to stumble on her own two feet, which was kind of  funny since she was sturdy on court, yet it took only a small lap-dog for her to lose her footing. It would have been a hilarious sight, if Mark cared less about Y/N, but everyone knew he’d walk to hell and back to ensure her safety and it wasn’t much of a surprise when his fast reflexes kicked in.
(Not being privy to the incredible reflexes, Y/N was rightfully floored, letting out a squeak at his firm grip).
“Careful,” Mark grunted, bearing the weight of Y/N by holding her up with his hands on her waist.
“I’m not the one you should be saying that to.” She huffed, squirming in his hold so she’d be able to stand properly. “Seriously, girl, what’s up with you?”
Daegal barked, jumping up to push at Mark’s leg.
Y/N raised an eyebrow at this, “Mark?” Bark. “You want Mark to do what?”
The bichon turned towards the doorway and back at the pair at breakneck speed.
“Uh… I think she’s saying she wants me to go with you.”
Bark bark!
Both of their eyes comically widened at the immediate response, giving each other a brief glance and then staring down at the small pup in disbelief.
“I can’t believe we just argued with a dog, oh my goodness,” Y/N let out a laugh that sounded a little crazed, patting the hands that were still warming up her sides. “You can let go of me now.”
Never had Mark retracted his hands so fast.
“Sorry!”
It didn’t even register to Mark that he was essentially feeling her up, though it didn’t look like it bothered her. If Y/N could make out the embarrassed flush starting to bloom on his cheeks, she didn’t comment on it and instead tugged on Mark’s wrist, smiling sweetly at him.
“C’mon, before Daegal goes feral.”
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Daegal went feral.
Well, no. That’s a bit of a stretch, but if the shoe—kind of—fits, then sure. The eight pound or so bichon has been compromised or whatever.
Checking on Jaemin’s cats wasn’t a difficult task. It went rather quickly since all they needed to do was take a peek into the man’s room and assess whether something needed to be done or not. Luna and Lucy made themselves comfortable in the very middle of Jaemin’s bed, eyes closed and already purring with content, while Luke took it upon himself to perch himself up on the highest point of the expensive cat tower he got for his ‘children’, acting as if he were scouting the room for any enemies.
It was when they left Jaemin’s room did Daegal start acting out again, simultaneously snapping and herding Mark and Y/N back into the former’s bedroom with newfound determination a small dog could exhibit.
“This is insane,” Mark started. Voicing it out wasn’t enough. He was already feeling like he was insane, letting Daegal dictate everything they should and should not do. Just what has Chenle been teaching her? “Are you seriously not gonna let us leave my bed?” He already had an inkling of what the answer was, but he figured it wouldn’t hurt to poke the bear—er, dog.
Oh how wrong he was.
Daegal snapped again and Mark choked back a scream, pulling his hand back in disbelief.
“Why are you being such a demon,” Mark hissed, pointing an accusatory finger at her. “What are you trying to do, huh? If it’s pissing me off, then it’s working, you brat.” His ears burned at hearing Y/N snicker.
Wow, he’s absolutely lost it. 
Daegal doesn’t even look the least bit guilty and it’s beyond Mark how it was possible for him to discern the possible thoughts she had in this situation. One of them could very well be murder if he dared to plant his foot on the carpeted floor.
Though Mark still had some self-preservation left and he would not risk having Daegal’s teeth leaving a permanent mark on his skin.
“I don’t think Y/N would like being stuck here either.”
“Oh, I don’t really mind.”
It’s a miracle Mark hadn’t got whiplash from how quick his head turned to give Y/N a similar look of incredulity and nothing could have prepared him from what he was currently looking at. 
Y/N wasn’t kidding when she said she didn’t mind being forced to stay with Mark. She looked rather comfortable; already tucked in underneath the sheets with the pillows cushioning her back. Crazy as it sounded, this was like a direct manifestation from his daydreams.
“You sure? She’ll probably tire herself out and I can like, sleep somewhere else.”
Having the real thing right in front of him was disconcerting, to say the least. Here he was, being presented an opportunity served on a silver platter, yet all he could think of was doing the opposite of what he actually wanted.
Give Mark a hand, and he’d only hold onto one or two fingers. He never was the type to get more than what he deserved. Mark never thought he was deserving of them at all. Sometimes, he’d appreciate it if he was given that extra push just to get a firm grasp on what was handed to him. No matter that it was his for the taking.
“I’m sure,” Y/N said and all Mark did was blink when she patted the space beside her. “C’mere.”
This was that extra push, and just like the soft duvet underneath his palms, he caves in.
(Mark has never seen a dog look so smug ever in his life. It was kind of scary, actually. And a little annoying).
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Perhaps Mark bit off more than he could chew.
He was given a hand, accidentally took an entire arm, and now he didn't know what to do with the extra flesh and bones attached.
He’s been staring at the same crack on his ceiling for what felt like hours now. As much as he tried his hardest, he couldn’t really get himself to doze off. Not when he was hyper aware of the warm body right next to him that one wrong move, he’d end up touching Y/N by accident. There wasn’t a pillow separating them and Mark’s double bed didn’t exactly provide the luxury of space he desperately needed to keep himself grounded either.
They did say beggars can’t be choosers, and a niggling thought at the back of his mind told him he definitely begged (manifested) too hard that he now has to deal with the consequences (manifestation of his delusions). Go figure.
Mark wasn’t sure if Y/N had drifted off. She had been quiet for the most part after dimming the lights. He didn’t want the risk of turning his head for a quick peek, only to see the freaked out expression once she was hit with the fact that this was probably a bad idea—sharing a bed with the team’s manager.
Y/N would have spoken up if it was a problem though, yet she never complained. Never said anything passive-aggressive either and if anything, she looked completely in her element. She looked very cozy in her small bubble of the shared duvet and pile of pillows behind her, petting Daegal who had calmed down and eagerly climbed onto her lap for extra snuggles. Y/N was content.
Aside from the low humming of the air-conditioning unit and Daegal’s occasional shifting a sighing in her sleep from the carpeted floor, it was silent. Mark might as well try and get some sleep. He had one dog and three cats to mind after all. Mark didn’t want Y/N to take the brunt of being a temporary, stressed fur-parent tomorrow.
So he tried. Tried evening out his breathing, counted sheep that oddly resembled each of his housemates/friends and a new addition, Y/N—that sort of thing, and just as he was about to count off the twenty-third Chenle-sheep, Y/N spoke.
“Has anyone told you that you think really loud?”
Mark’s eyes snapped open, rightfully startled and when he craned his neck, he found Y/N lying on her side, duvet pulled up right underneath her armpit, eyes twinkling even in the warm, dim lights of the bedside lamps.
“Sorry,” Mark mumbled. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”
The setter giggled softly, lips tipping up into a coy smile, “wasn’t asleep in the first place. Can’t really sleep in these conditions.” 
Then, Mark panicked.
“Seriously, I can like, sleep in Hyuck’s room for the night, if you want.” He probably stuttered through all that, but he’s done way worse things to embarrass himself. This is nothing. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.”
He was just about to get up to give her more space when the setter’s hand shot out to grab onto his arm and gently tugged him back in place, pulling him closer too.
“And I’m serious too. I don’t mind. Stay.”
Just like that, he gets swept away by her. Like always.
Now both of them laid on their sides, facing each other. The setter had no problems looking Mark straight in the eyes, but him? He stared at anything but her eyes, which proved to be a difficult task when there was about a five-inch distance between their faces.
Thankfully, Y/N had this inborn skill of getting rid of the awkward atmosphere. She was someone who never let the awkwardness fester if she could help it.
“What are you thinking about, Mark?” She stage-whispered.
“Oh, y’know…” You. The team. Whether being a manager was worth it. You again. My future. Which has you in it. Hopefully. Lots of things. “Stuff.”
“Am I included in ‘stuff’?”
“If you meant the team, then yes..?”
Y/N clicked her tongue, “that’s not what I meant and you know it, Manager Lee.” She stared him down with narrowed eyes for a moment or two, and honest to God, Mark didn’t know what to feel. Scared? Excited? God forbid, turned on? Being in love with someone who fits the word ‘unconventional’ in more ways than one could make significant changes to your brain chemistry, he guessed.
Or Maybe it’s just the effect Y/N had on him, which was definitely the case.
“You do know I like you, right?”
What.
“What?”
What do you even say to that? Holy shit! Should Mark consider that as confession? It’s some kind of confession, right? A very odd one if it depended on whether or not Mark knew. Which he didn’t… explicitly. He saw hints, but he wasn’t one to assume things right off the bat. 
Y/N wasn’t even fazed by Mark lacking an answer to that. It’s like she expected it, so she kept talking.
“Dude, I made it so obvious that I did,” she laughed. Laughed and if there was a way for a black hole to materialize, Mark wished it could do so right this very second. “Why do you think I fought hard to keep you on the team?”
“Because you were being nice..?”
“Partly, sure, but you gotta think beyond that,” Y/N still found this entire situation funny and Mark was still stuck on her liking him. “Why do you think I stuck around you?”
“‘Cause—because I’m your manager? It’s kinda my job to—“
The setter was quick to rebut that, “oh but I also have Ten and Dejun. I could have asked them too, but if you noticed—which I doubt you did—I kept asking for you.”
“I—I thought you were just being… polite.” That was probably the least appropriate synonym for this context. Damn. “Keeping me employed and shit like that.”
“Employed,” Y/N snorted in a way that should be unattractive, but it only made her impossibly cuter in his eyes. Oh he is so fucked. “I’ve said I wanted to kiss you like, twice? No three—point is, I want to kiss you. Period. How’s that being nice?”
“Maybe you pitied me or something,” he mumbled, gazing at her hand still holding onto his forearm with a self-deprecating smile. It wouldn’t be the first time, really. “I don’t know.”
“Don’t… don’t say that.”
Warmth settled on his chin. Grabbed made much more sense as he was slowly lifted up so Y/N could get a proper look at him and oh, that’s definitely new.
Being bold meant that Y/N was also shameless when it came to the staring. And she did it. A lot. Perhaps it came with being alert on court. Your sense of sight was an important factor and it was constantly tested too.
Y/N liked to stare at Mark, specifically, and he would be lying if he said her stares didn’t burn him or anything, because Mark knew when he was being looked at. It was terrifying at first, definitely. He didn’t know what it all meant, but he got used to it and had gotten good at deciphering what went on behind those watchful eyes of hers.
And this… this—what he’s looking at; swimming behind the brightness of her hues was decidedly new. Her gaze was softer for sure, yet stern at the same time, with a third unnamed emotion binding them together that made Mark feel so seen.
“You’re anything but pitiful. Believe me when I say that,” and he wanted to. The way she spoke was enough for him to hang onto every syllable her lips curled around with so much reverence. Mark wanted to believe her.
But before that—before he lets himself be fully consumed by Y/N, he had to come clean.
“I became manager because of you, Y/N.” He took a deep breath. “I didn’t know shit about Volleyball, but I joined anyway because back then, I thought that was the only way for me to get close to you. It was a spur of the moment decision. I was walking aimlessly around campus and for some reason, I ended up standing in front of the bulletin board just outside of the coaches’ office. Saw that the team was looking for an extra manager and it… pretty much went unplanned from there.”
“I admit, It was selfish on my part to join with that reason. Like, who does that? But the longer I stayed, the more I started to see just why you and the girls loved the sport so much and I—I wanted to make sure all of you get to play without any complications or any injuries.” Mark smiled at the look of absolute bewilderment on Y/N’s face. “And hey, I did learn a thing or two about Volleyball, so all of this is kind of a learning experience, too.”
“I’m not an athlete. I will never know what you guys feel whenever you’re out there on the court, fighting to take a win home. But I know what it feels like to want something—want someone so much that I’m willing to do the stupidest shit for them and face the consequences later.”
This is the most vulnerable Mark has ever been in front of anyone in his life. Confessing didn’t come often to him. Before Y/N, he only had fleeting crushes that didn’t even last a week before he refocused on Y/N. It’s always been her no matter how hard he tried to get his stupid heart to listen to him and the seconds the silence went on for longer, he wondered if it was worth letting all that out, in his bed of all places.
Oh well, at least he was still able to have Y/N this close to him. It could be the very last before both of them pretend this never happened and they could create a normal manager-athlete bond—
“Oh my God, I need to kiss you right now, or I will die.”
“Huh—“
Y/N grabbed Mark by the cheeks and kissed him.
There were only two people Mark had kissed in his life. 
One of them being Donghyuck which didn’t count as it was all, but an unfortunate accident that resulted from Mark tripping on air (how the fuck that happened, no one knows) and the other being a girl he kissed on a dare at some random frat party Jaemin dragged him to against his will—yeah, you see the pattern?
Both had one thing in common, and that was not giving him the necessary experience he may need when it came to kissing the girl of his dreams.
But Y/N was patient. As she has always been with him. Y/N let him take his time to learn and adjust throughout the tender push and pull the setter subjected his trembling lips to. Y/N kissed him so gently, full of the tender purpose of pouring every bit of her unspoken response into Mark’s very being that he honestly didn’t know what to do with himself. Y/N was always one step ahead of him and before he knew it, she had him sit up and resting against the pillows while she straddled his lap, mouthing silent promises against his lips, with Mark sealing them with as much vigor.
It was a relief that they weren’t doing this standing, or else his knees would have buckled and that would have been a possible injury too mortifying to imagine explaining it to the team.
They pulled away at the same time for much needed oxygen intake because knowing himself, he’d keep going until either of them passed out. 
Y/N huffed out a short laugh, probably thinking of the same thing. “You are absolutely precious, Mark Lee.”
Mark shuddered at the feeling of her nails scratching at his undercut. “You don’t think I’m… weird?”
“I think you’re determined, and I really really like that.” she leaned in for a quick peck on the lips. “I liked you the moment I saw you.”
Huh. Well there you have it.
Mark was properly blushing at this point. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you too. Especially after that confession.” She looked lovely like this, all happy and giggly where it looked like it hurt to smile so bright. Knowing that Mark was the reason for her current elation just added to that, and as Y/N said, he was determined to keep that from waning. “You really do know what to say to make me fall for you even more.”
“Wanna know a little secret?”
Y/N hummed.
He gathered as much courage as he could to pull her even closer to him. “I’ve been in love with you since middle school.”
“Why chase me now?”
“The opportunity was there,” Mark mumbled, nudging her nose with his, “and hell if I’m letting you slip through my fingers.”
Y/N pressed her lips at the corner of his mouth. “How about you prove it to me?”
She didn't need to ask. Mark had a hard time saying no after all. More so when it came to Y/N and so he kissed her.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Until she started asking for more. Until he’s reaching under what was once his crew neck Y/N wore to memorize every dip and curve. Until she’s arching under him, gasping you’re doing so good, Mark. So good for me wetly into the hot, damp skin of Mark’s neck.
Until Y/N’s lips pressed hotly against Mark’s for one final kiss of the night, whispering the words I love you.
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a/n: I'm running on little to no sleep just to get this done so pardon me for any errors! Anyways, everybody say thank you Daegal! (praying that she was deep in her sleep to not hear... all that) and I love Mark very much 🫶🏼💗 it’s an experience writing in his eyes omg 10/10 will do it again with anyone else
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lanymme · 5 months
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it 1000% feels like, for the lack of time/aid/skill, the translators end up using machine TL for events, and that image you posted as an example feels like a prime candidate for that
fiammetta's file lines to this day are awkward and stunted because they're almost word for word machine TLs
Okay I was gonna wait a little while for this post but you hit the nail on the head.
My (apparently not-so) tinfoil hat theory about this game: nearly all of it is machine translated.
While reading Dorothy's Vision in preparation for Lone Trail, I came across a (probably infamous) stretch of critically story-relevant text that was not translated at all. A friend of mine directed me to the arknights story reader, where I looked into the EN translation and, yep, that's still Chinese. So I ran it through a Machine TL to get the jist of it. It was serviceable, a lot of the terms translated surprisingly well, but the moment to moment writing was obscured to me by the TL quality.
And in a moment of dread I realized it read EXACTLY like any old bit of Arknights story, and everything clicked. The problems I have always had with the sentence structure and word choice feeling strangely disjointed, lacking in logical flow--all of it showed up the same from this raw machine translation.
Y'all. We've been getting a poorly touched-up machine translation of the Chinese text this whole time. All the effort you have to put in to just figure out what's being said--it's not your fault, the story is not too smart for you, it's because you're being asked to read a machine translation, without the context that it will be rough and full of holes.. Everything that writing is--beyond merely conveying information or a sequence of events--we get none of that.
Think about all the nuance we missed of your favorite characters. Your favorite moments. How much of their nuance and depth did we miss?
How many other characters and moments did you dismiss or skim because the writing couldn't convey their emotional core? How many of those could have been as important to you as your current fave?
The fact that Kal'tsit comes across as unintelligible--does she instead sound wise and poetic, in the original?
How much of the full text of Arknights do you think is available to us? 80%? 40%? Who can say.
But I can say one thing. What we have now is not acceptable.
Edit: hey, it’s been put forward by people with actual expertise in this field that MTL is highly unlikely here, and I realize I was a bit bold for this. If this is coming up in your feed pls seek out their explanations of things instead of reblogging the root! Thanks!
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enzogabriella · 4 months
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Trolls 3 Incorrect Quotes now that the movie out now so we don’t have to wait anymore!
Thanksgiving Edition 🦃🥔🍂🍁🍽
John Dory: Welcome to the hunger games!
Poppy: this is Thanksgiving!
John Dory: that is mahogany!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Clay: Viva come stuff the turkey
Viva: ok
walks in Clay: where’s the turkey?
Viva: gobble gobble
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CJ: why did they stop leaving pies on a window sill?
Keith: Too many people floating in the air when they smell it
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Poppy: ok on the count of three everyone say what there thankful for! 1..2..3!
Poppy: everyone here!
Clay: Viva’s mental health improving!
Viva: My mental health improving!
Bruce: my wonderful family
John Dory: my awesome reunion skills
Branch: seeing my 3 brothers again, oh and John
Floyd: me being alive
Shallow: pizza!
Kid Ritz: me being included
Aven: my life being mentally ok again
Veneer: Aven
Crimp: anti depressant
Velvet: me, duh
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ John Dory speaking in a serious voice: we’re going back in time to the first thanksgiving to get turkeys off the menu
John Dory: that’s right we’re going back in time to the first thanksgiving to the first thanksgiving to get turned off the menu
Branch: …who are you talking to?
John Dory: this guy right here *pointing to a mirror* he knows exactly what I’m talking about
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Branch: WHERE’S THE TURKEY?!
Floyd: it’s in the cabinet
Branch: oh
John Dory: now we know to never steal Branch’s turkey
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Branch: Clay did you put the turkey in the fridge to defrost a few days ago?
Clay: yep, totally!
Branch: you forgot
Clay: what?! no! Why would you say such a thing?!
Branch: your looking up, how to defrost turkey in 5 minuets
Clay: shut up! Go mash some potato's or something
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bruce: John, you know what season it is?
John Dory: uh, Halloween season?
Bruce: yea, but do you know what else it is?
John Dory: what?
Bruce: It is “I ask you whether you’re coming back for Thanksgiving, you say you’ll think about it and then we got caught up in something that leads to you and Clay fighting, so you say you’re not coming back, which leads to me and Clay fighting and with your jointed effort you two make me cry like the world is ending, so Floyd has to put a stop to it. And eventually you come back for Thanksgiving and we have a semi-nice holiday” season
John Dory: …
Bruce: so you coming home for Thanksgiving?
John Dory: I’ll think about it
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Happy Thanksgiving everyone! 🦃🥔🍂🍁🍽
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kissesfromkiki · 6 months
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Cinnamon Girl Pt. 5
pairing: conrad fisher x fem!reader
word count: 1.2 K (loosely edited)
part four: here
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The smell of coffee wafting through the air gently stirs me to life. I quickly realize the familiar weight of Conrad next to me has disappeared and I find myself filling with worry. I pick up my phone to call him only to find a text from him.
went to surf
be back soon
As quick as the worry came, it dissipated. I eased myself off my bed and into the bathroom. Running through my skincare routine was always a good way of waking myself up more, cold water has a habit of doing that. Once I finish, I make my way downstairs and into the kitchen.
Susuannah is of course already down there, laying out a full breakfast spread, coffee brewing on the counter.
“Good morning Susannah.” I sit myself down on a barstool.
“Good morning sweetheart, would you like some breakfast?”
“I would love some, thank you.”
Susannah grabs a plate and starts loading up some food, “Was that Connie I heard this morning? Do you know where he went?”
“It was, he went to surf.”
“You know Y/n, I really love you two together. You bring out a side of him I haven’t seen in a long time.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you know Conrad. Always carrying the weight of the world and thinking he has to carry that weight on his own. It’s nice to see him not so serious and actually enjoying the summer. He’s lighter, happier. And I know you’re a huge part of that.”
I feel the heat seep into my skin and onto my cheeks, “Thank you Susannah, for inviting me here this summer.”
“Of course Y/n, it’s not summer without you.”
I smile warmly at her and then go ahead eating the breakfast she prepared for me.
I’m sitting on the couch watching a movie when I feel a presence behind me, I don’t have to look to know it’s him.
“Good morning Con.”
“Morning Y/n.” His voice whispers right into my ear.
I turn my head to the right to look at him. His blue eyes are alive with a playfulness and he’s smiling down at me. I lean and press a chaste kiss to his lips. Water drops fall from his hair onto my face.
Conrad wipes the droplets from my face, “Alright, what’s the plan for today?”
“Well, I was thinking, since we’ve been sequestered up in our rooms the past few days,” A look passes between the two of us, “We should probably spend time with the others. I was thinking we could go to the boardwalk.”
“I think that sounds like a great idea. I’ll go change and round up the boys. You got the girls?”
“Yep, let’s go upstairs.”
The boardwalk is almost uncomfortably hot, the breeze from the ocean being the only saving grace. The group of us are wandering around aimlessly while licking ice cream cones.
“Guys, I believe the time has come,” A sly smile crosses onto Belly’s lips, “Time for a boardwalk showdown.”
“Oh, I’m so in.” I say.
Conrad looks at me smirking, “You really think you can beat me this time?”
“No, I know I can.”
I guess we’ll see about that,” He turns to face Belly, “I believe it’s the last winner’s choice of where we start. I want laser tag.”
“Alright, let’s do this!” Belly cheers.
Conrad grabs my hand as we follow behind the others, “Feeling a little confident are we?”
“Not a little, extremely.”
“Your team doesn’t exactly have the greatest record of winning Y/n.”
“Oh Conrad, that was so long ago. Things have changed.” I smile sweetly up at him.
“I guess we shall see.” He leans down to kiss me, but I hold my hand up to stop him.
“Nope, not happening,” I pull my hand out from his, “From this point forwards, you and I are enemies Fisher. See you later.” I blow him a kiss over my shoulder as I walk towards the girls to gear up for the game.
We lost laser tag and the rock wall. The six of us were now at Shoot your Shot, which Belly was fortunately very good at. Taylor and I cheered on Belly as she made basket after basket. I watch as Conrad misses the last shot, and I can’t help the grin that takes over my face. Taylor grips my hand in anticipation as we watch Belly make her finally throw. The ball arcs through the air and sinks through the basket. We erupt in cheers and wrap Belly into a giant group hug.
Belly faces the boys, “Time for Dance Dance Revolution.”
We follow Belly and Taylor back inside. Conrad falls into step with me and I shoot him a look.
“Don’t worry, I won't touch you until the game is over… Unless you ask me too of course. I just came to see if you wanted to raise the stakes between the two of us.”
“I’m listening.”
“I was thinking we could make our bet a little more… Sexy.”
I smile up at him, “What were you thinking?”
“Loser has to strip for the other.”
“Now, that is something I can get behind. Better start practicing those moves Fisher. I’d hate the fact if you lost and had a bad strip tease.”
“I’m not worried, because you’ll be the one striping.”
“I guess we’ll see about that.”
“Guess we will,” I step up on the platform, “Jere get up here, I gotta kick your ass.”
I beat Jeremiah, bringing the score to a tie, two-two. Our group quickly heads over to the go kart track, excited to end this show off and finally state a winner. We load up into the karts on the track and I feel the adrenaline rush through my bloodstream. Conrad says something to taunt me and I flip him off in response. I’m determined to win.
Cameron waves the green flag and were off. Conrad is in the lead, but I don’t plan to keep it that way for long. I stay close to the inside, threading my way through the track. No one manages to pass me, so It’s just me and him in the top two spots. We’re getting close to the end of the track, and I can tell Conrad is getting cocky. He thinks he’s going to win, so he’s stopped trying to cut me off. I see my opening, he was straying from the inside, I pushed down harder on the pedal and was able to race past him. As soon as I cross the finish line I throw my hands up in victory. I undo the seatbelt and climb out of the kart.
I turn to face Conrad, “Well would you look at that, you lose Fisher.”
He climbs out of the car and takes a few steps towards me, “Permission to touch you now?”
“Yes.”
Conrad comes forward and brings me into his arms, spinning me around slightly. When he sets me down he pulls me into a deep kiss and I push my fingers into his hair.
“Ew, get a room.” Steven’s voice comes from behind us.
I turn around in Conrad’s arms and we both flip Steven off, “We already have two, but thanks.”
Both Jeremiah and Steven’s face scrunch up in disgust as Belly and Taylor start giggling. I grab Conrad’s hand and we follow the group towards the candy store.
“Guess I will be giving you a little show later.” Conrad says.
“I am majorly looking forward to that.”
“I’m sure you are. Let’s get you some candy to satisfy you for now.”
“Oh, I want Sour Patch-“
“Watermelon. I know.” He leans down and gives me another kiss, a kiss that holds the promise of later.
a/n: i know this has been a long time coming. i also know this is all just fluff, it’ll get serious again next chapter, i like a good mix, a little calm before the storm type of thing. sorry for the long wait and short update. thank you for all the support always and remember there’s a taglist form linked on my pinned post🩷🩷
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ANNOUNCING THE 2023 F1BLR CREATOR'S FESTIVAL!
here to encourage and support the people who keep f1blr running!!
every week of august, we have challenges available for creators of all technical proficiencies. these challenges include weekly prompts, wildcard events (that we’ll be announcing later), and more!
we’re also introducing a fun rewards system! for every festival creation tagged #f1blrcreatorsfest23 by a registered participant, we will be giving out gold stars! earn enough gold stars over the course of the month from our various events, and you can get yourself a cute superlicense and qualify for prize draws! (more on this below the cut.)
you’re welcome to participate in the festival without registering—we will love and shower praise on your creations either way <3 but gold stars and other prizes such as gift cards will only be given to registered users.
finally, we encourage you to join our discord server and meet the festival community!
under the cut, you’ll find more details, like what exactly our festival is, who can participate, etc. for quick links, please see below:
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WHAT IS THE F1BLR CREATOR’S FEST?
f1blr creator’s fest is a month-long festival event meant to support, encourage, and highlight the work of visual creatives on formula 1 tumblr. from gifs of memorable moments to beautiful photo edits, the f1blr creators community keeps the fandom running! with the state of socmed today, the value of these creations has been diminished to “content.” but creatives in this community are very much artists! we hope to start a dialogue this month about the importance of supporting creators on f1blr, to the end that we can revive a once-vibrant community of visual creatives and encourage an environment where people feel inspired and safe to explore their art.
WHO CAN PARTICIPATE?
all creators are welcome to take part to whatever extent they’d like! that said, the themes and wildcard events were made with visual creation in mind, such as gifmaking, graphics art, photo editing, photo manipulations, graphic design and video editing.
WHAT ARE WILDCARD EVENTS?
they’re additional events we’ve got planned for the community! more info on this will be announced at the start of the festival.
WHAT’S THE TEA ON SUPERLICENSES?
similar to the real program for drivers, we will award superlicenses to creators who accumulate a minimum of 15 points (in our case, gold stars). these superlicenses are a fun, bragging rights kind of thing–nothing serious! if you earn a superlicense, you’ll receive a digital certificate at the end of the festival, with the option to make it physical; festival organizers have committed to mailing out gold star stickers and nice, official-looking certificates! as well (and if possible), if you’d like a print(s) of one of your edits, that can be included too.
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jewelryhut · 3 months
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Jujutsu Kaisen:Yuji Itadori x FEM! reader
I wouldn't say it's exactly a yuji x reader, but still.
I love Yuji... uh.. anyways.
Y/N has a crush on yuji, but so does her friend.
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section 1
Y/N eyes widen at the statement that came out of her friend's mouth.
"I think I may have a crush on Yuji Itadori."
Y/N didn't expect those words to exit the mouth of Yuko Ozawa, her long time friend since primary school. She tried her best to remain nonchalant as her friend continued to speak.
"But I don't think he'll ever fall for me." She grumbled. "I'm probably to ugly to look at."
"Don't say that, Yuko. If anyone has a chance with Itadori, it's definitely you." The young teen started,trying her best to cheer up the insecure girl. Yuko showed off her shy smile at Y/N's speech.
"Now that I'm done saying my secret, what's yours?"
Yuko's friend stiffened in her spot. Her secret was the same as hers. How could she possibly tell her friend that she also fancied Yuji Itadori? Y/N's eyes traveled else where to avoid any contact with her friend's.
"Oh.. I was going to say that.. uh.. oh! I got us tickets to that famous band you love."
"Whoa! really?"
"Yep."
Yuko excitedly threw herself onto the (Hair Color) girl, arms tightly wrapped around her shoulders.
"Thank you, thank you!"
Y/N gave the girl a smile. Her friend's happiness was more fulfilling than some boy.
section 2
Yuko Okawa was a chubby girl who didn't fit the beauty standard of Japan. She would constantly get bullied for being a bit bigger than other girls in her school. Y/N found her way being the protector of the girl from bullies. As time went on, the bullying would stop, but the teasing and the death threats would continue.
"Hey, Itadori. If you had to choose any girl from our school to date, who would it be?"
"Hmm.. I'll have to choose either Yuko Okawa or-"
"Yuko Okawa? Why her of all people?" His friend began teasing him, but Yuji wasn't affected by it.
"She's pretty. I like the way she's so focus on her school work. And her writing is pretty neat."
That was the start of something for Yuko. Over hearing everything, she couldn't help but feel the butterflies that formed in the pit of her stomach.
I think I like you, too.
She thought. Her face was beginning to change in a shade of red as she replayed what Yuji said about her in her mind.
"Yuko, there you are. Let's go."
Yuko removed herself from her space near the door and paced herself towards her friend.
Maybe life wouldn't be so bad after all.
section 3
It was graduation.
The end of middle school, but the beginning of something bugger.
Parents hugged their children, students spoke amongst themselves and Y/N was sitting on a bench as she waited patiently for Yuko to be done with the bathroom. Her eyes was dodging from her achievements under the palm of her hand to her shoes the ground; she was in deep thought.
This would be the last time she'd ever see Yuji Itadori—she had overheard that he'd be attending a different highschool from her's and Yuko's. She wanted to confess to him, but she was also thinking about Yuko and her feelings.
She sighed.
Why do boys always have to ruin everything?
"Hey, L/N."
The girl in questioned looked up at the call of her name. It was Yuji.
"Oh. Hey, Itadori. What's up?" She tried her best to remain cool and to not become flustered.
"I just want to say thank you for being in my homeroom class. You were an awesome classmate."
Y/N eyes widen.
"Oh really? I should say the same to you. I really enjoy you as a person Yuji. You always found a way to brighten up the class." He was the sun that always knew when to remove the darkness.
"Really? I never knew you see me that way." He chuckled as he nervously scratched the back of his head, a faint blush crossing his cheeks.
"I'm always watching.." you paused. "Wait, that sounds so creepy."
Yuji only laughed. "I understand what you're trying to say." He then stopped before eyes moved to the spot next to you. "Can I sit here?" He asked and Y/N quickly removed her achievements and trophies from the side of her and placed them on her lap.
"Yep. Sure." Yuji smiled as sat down. He was close. Too close. Y/N was gonna burst with excitement. This was the closest she'd ever been to Yuji.
"What highschool are you planning on going to?" The dusty, pink head started. He watched the girl's face as she began to answer.
"I'm going to the same high school as Yuko. Something—somethung highschool."
Yuji laughed at Y/N's choice of words.
"Hey, why are you laughing?" The girl began giggling herself.
"It's just funny how you don't remember the school you're going to."
The teen cocked her eyebrows with a smile. "Is it really that funny?" She didn't think it would be.
"It is." Yuji continued to laughed, but it soon died down after a while. "So, you and Okawa will be going to the same school." Y/N hummed. "I hope that school treats her well." The young teen nodded her head in agreement. She too want Yuko to have a good school year at her new school. "Well, anyways..." The strawberry color head stood up from his seat. "I hope to see you again sometime, L/N." He bowed. "Let's meet again somehow."
The girl smiled. "Let's."
section 4
During their break before the start of highschool, Yuko had made it a mission to lose the weight that people found unattractive. Y/N stood by her side as she became the girl that she eventually wanted to become. Now, Yuko was way taller than Y/N and very much unrecognizable. She felt great. There wasn't anyone bullying her like they did and middle school and she finally found friends other than Y/N that had treated her wonderfully.
It made Y/N happy that Yuko didn't had to suffer any longer from the overbearing teasing. She knew Yuko felt different. Felt prettier. Felt better. And she also knew that all these differences doesn't separate Yuko from who she was before.
"Where else did you wanted to go, Y/N?"
Both Y/N and Yuko were out hanging out. It was something they tried to do lately since Yuko attained new friends, making impossible for the two to go out together.
"I wanna check out this manga sto-"
"Hey, isn't that Yuji?"
The teenager noticed the boy as he strolled away from a short, brunette girl.
"Maybe this is my chance!" Yuko seemed way too excited. "Should I follow him? or ask that girl if she knows Yuji?"
Y/N mouth tilted downward. Just when she thought the problem with Itadori was through. But what could she expect?
"You do that. Just message me when you're done." Yuko gave her friend a nod. She then looked over at the same brunette girl before marching over to her.
Y/N watched for awhile as the two highschoolers interacted with each other before making her way to the manga store.
Yuji, Yuji, Yuji. Just when she thought she was free of him. The last six months was tamed as Yuko kept her likeness for Yuji to a minimum. She barely mentioned him, but Y/N would occasionally see Yuko staring at a photo of both her and Yuji back in middle school. The (Hair Color) teen suspected that she still had a huge crush on the boy.
"I wonder who that girl was with him.."
The girl rummage through copies if mangas in thought. Her fingers flipped through the pages of romance as well as psychological manga.
"I wonder what he's been up to, though."
A buzz from Y/N's phone interrupted her thoughts. She noticed a message from Yuko detailing the restaurant she and the other student was at. Y/N quickly picked out the books she wanted and went to quickly pay for them.
"Y/N!" At the sound of her name, she was quick to cock her head the direction. Yuko sat waving at her to guide her towards their table.
Y/N held the bag tightly in the palm of her hand. She opened the door to the building and entered it, trying to find her way to Yuko and her new friend.
"So you're Y/N," the brunette spoke with a matter-of-fact tone. Y/N noticed another individual sitting on the side of the brunette and acknowledged him with a tiny wave.
"Uh.. yeah. That's me."
"Okawa told us how you were basically her saviour up until highschool."
Y/N shrugged. "I guess you can say that."
"Yuji will be here soon, Y/N. Do you think I should... confess?" Y/N could see the tint of blush forming in her face. It was cute to see that her friend felt so sappy for this boy. She couldn't help but thought that maybe there's a possibility of Yuko getting together with Yuji instead of her.
"Hey, guys. I came as quickly as I can." The girl's eyes widen at the sound of Yuji's voice. He was here right before her. It's been so long. "Okawa? Is that you? You look so different."
Yuko blushed. "Hello."
The boy then turned to face Y/N. His eyes never been so wider and his mouth never hang so low. "Y/N! How long has it been?"
The teen only gave the boy a small smile. "Since middle school, of course."
Section 6
"Hey, Y/N. You're ready to go?"
Y/N waited patiently by the bench for Yuko and Yuji to finish their conversation. They seemed to be talking for a long time. It left a ping if jealous in her heart. She knew she shouldn't be feeling this way for a boy that her friend likes. Life would've been so much easier if her crush for this boy would just disappear.
"Yeah.." She noticed the tight smile on her friend's face and the gleam that seemed to suddenly appear in her eyes. "Why are you so excited about? Yuji asked you on a date?" It was only meant to be a joke.
"Well... not a date but he did ask to hang out sometime." Yuko twirled a strand on her hair with her finger. "Oh! I also gave him your number, if that's okay with you. Maybe the three of us should hangout sometime."
"Hmm.."
Later on in the night, Y/N was resting on her bed, reading the manga that she bought earlier that day. Her eyes soon went in focused onto her book as she noticed the blaring if her phone as it began lightning up with notifications. She noticed it being a random number but soon came to confusion of who it might be.
'Hey Y/N. This is Yuji. I asked Okawa for your phone number.'
Maybe, just maybe, she can indulge her chances in getting with Yuji.
I so wanted to get this story over with (that's why towards the ending may be a little sluggish). But yh.... Yuji is seriously one if my anime crushes. I just adore him. If you hate anyone in jjk, yuji should not be on that list.
If you didn't know, the story isn't edited.
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There's An App For Everything by Sweetlittlevampire
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There's An App For Everything
by Sweetlittlevampire (@sweetlittlevampire)
G, 4k, Wangxian
Part of the MDZS Secret Santa 2023
Summary: During the Cultivation Youth Games, Wei Wuxian from YunmengJiang and Lan Wangji from GusuLan get paired up to take down a yao to win points for their respective teams. Which wouldn't be a problem, if Lan Wangji wasn't painfully aware of his big fat crush on Wei Wuxian. It might, in fact, be more than just a crush. The yao decides to interfere, but thankfully, Wei Wuxian...has an app for that. Kay's comments: Oh, I loved this modern cultivation AU! The use of technology in this story was so creative and definitely something I could picture Wei Wuxian doing! In this story, Wangxian were paired up for a team night-hunt during the cultivation youth games. They are great partners of course, but seeing Wei Wuxian in all his genius action, Lan Wangji is also not able to hold back. They were so cute in this story! Excerpt: Wei Wuxian looks up at him, then, and grins. “But Lan Zhan, I am paying attention!” He turns his screen so that Lan Wangji can see. He knows that he’s looking at a talisman design, but Lan Wangji would have to examine it further to find out what exactly it can do. “It’s an app for designing talismans on the go!” Wei Wuxian prattles on. “You know that I love designing them, but I was getting tired of always having to carry talisman paper with me. It gets lost or tears so easily, and I much prefer this! You can copy them onto traditional talisman paper, of course, but this thing stores your design, you can annotate it so you’ll never forget what the different radicals mean and in which order they’re supposed to come. You can make edits at any time, and you can even upload them to a cloud if you’re connected to the internet! Isn’t that great?” Lan Wangji blinks. “There’s an app for making talismans?” Yep!” Wei Wuxian replies. “I was bored last winter so I sat down and researched how to make apps and tinkered with it until I had this.”
pov lan wangji, modern setting, modern with magic, no sunshot campaign, rivals to lovers, competition, getting together, first kiss, no angst, night hunts, fluff, fluff and humor
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Why are you the reason Mitch lost his leg? 'Cause I let him slide on something. It doesn't matter what, just that I cut him a break when I shouldn't have, and because I did, he went back out on patrol, got blown up. That is the most Tim Bradford thing I've ever heard. You showed humanity. There's nothing to feel guilty about. Rules matter, Boot. Then what the hell are you doing out here? Some things matter more.
| ANATOMY OF A SCENE - CHENFORD EDITION 2.14 - Casualties
These two really have had some of their most personal and meaningful conversations in a car… But what distinguishes this one is that, this time, they are not in the shop. They are in Tim's truck. Out of uniform. Without any camera around. There's no trace of Officer Bradford or Officer Chen here. Just Tim and Lucy. And as a result, the atmosphere feels even more intimate… especially with the way this scene is filmed. It's dark, barely lit, with the camera outside, as if we are intruding… It even looks like there this out-of-focus fence standing between Tim and the camera, reminiscent of the imagery of a fenced window in a confessional booth. All of this gives off this intimacy, this idea of a safe space. And that's exactly what Lucy is for him at this stage. She is his safe space, someone he can open up to and talk about some of his demons without fear of being judged.
And Lucy doesn't waste time, asking Tim right away why he feels responsible for Mitch losing his leg. The fact that he answers her with no hesitation or argument is really indicative of how much their relationship has progressed. How much he values her opinion. And that's huge. This is one of those instances where Lucy gets to peak behind the curtain, behind his wall and see how much blame and guilt Tim shoulders. His body language is fascinating… He can barely look at her, his eyes darting around.
'That is the most Tim Bradford thing I've ever heard'. Her soft chuckle when she says that… But she's right, it truly is. This also shines some light on his behavior, on why he can be such a hardass at times. Because the one time he wasn't, it cost someone he cared about his leg. And he hasn't let himself forget. And he hasn't forgiven himself either. But the beauty of this dialogue is that it's not just about Mitch. This is about Lucy too. And how much he feels responsible for what happened to her. Because when he advised her to get a drink or two, he wasn't acting as her TO, but as her friend. He showed her 'humanity' as she said, and it had a disastrous consequence. In his mind, he repeated the same mistake. This makes Lucy's speech that much more important. She may not fully grasps the context here, but she is already absolving him. The way he is looking right at her when she tells him that he shouldn't be feeling guilty… The tears in his eyes… This is such a good foreshadowing of another conversation in the shop, one where he'll confess his guilt for what Caleb did to her. He's just not quite there yet.
This is also a subtle continuation of another beautiful moment : when Lucy made him her first audiobook. Back then, she was trying to show him how being a kinesthetic learner wasn't a weakness, but a strength. How it made him a better person. And she gets to repeat this sentiment here, by reminding him that showing humanity is a strength as well. And that's probably the most Lucy Chen thing she ever said and did. I like how she doesn't hesitate to gently call him out when he tries to hide behind the importance of rules despite the fact that they are in that moment defying their watch commander's order to drop the case. How she forces him to admit why he is here, that his sense of justice and compassion are stronger. 'Some things matter more'. The way he is looking right at her when he tells her that… The loaded implications in that little sentence… Yep, this isn't just about Mitch anymore...
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MISSION IMPOSSIBLE: GETTING YOU UNDER THE MISTLETOE FT. XIAO contents // pining, friends to lovers, siblings! hutao & qiqi, requited love notes // this is mainly xiao's pov and he thinks you don't like him back. also, if it's not implied enough, you're aware that xiao likes you but you want him to make the first move. i kind of gave up at the end when i was building this up. baba - dad, gege - older brother & jiejie - older sister masterlist
it was nearly time for the christmas party xiao's family is throwing and of course, his best friend who he is not at all in love with, name is invited. name always have been coming to his family's celebrations but why does it feel different now?
maybe because his sisters are trying to insist him to finally confess the feelings, he has had harboring for 17 years. "xiao, you can't keep stumbling around and acting stupid around them because you like them. it's kind of hard to watch, right, qiqi?" hu tao said, turning to the 10 years old on the couch. she was about to answer until,
xiao rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, "don't answer that, qiqi."
qiqi closed her mouth as hu tao kept saying, "qiqi, you know i'm right. isn't it hard to see xiao kicking his legs and giggling after name leaves."
xiao's neutral bitch face morphed in fear, wallowing in self conciousness. is it really that bad?
the little lavender haired girl paused to think about it and sadly, to xiao's demise, "hmm... jiejie, i do think it's weird to see gege with cooties. i think uncle baizhu has medicine for it."
oh god, it really is that bad.
letting whatever qiqi said sink into xiao's shoulders, hu tao walked away to the closet, pulling out a white board stand. it squeaked, hu tao said, "exactly, which is why i made a plan." on the whiteboard, it said in bolded letters, "mission impossible: xianame christmas edition".
if you looked closely, you could see the faint words of previous "mission impossible"'s that xiao rejected and hu tao had to wipe off. xiao was nearly go along with the plan but skeptical of hu tao because usually, she's a trickster, there's always something up her sleeve.
"another plan?" xiao replied, furrowing a brow. hu tao skipped around, chirping,
"yep! this time it would work, i swear." hu tao's hand resting on the board's shelf.
"you swear? you said this last time on halloween last year and scared name nearly to death."
"i didn't scare them to death..." hu tao trailed off. "they only fainted."
"isn't it the same?" xiao asked. hu tao could tell that he was growing even more skeptical of the plan. as his sister, she knew that she needed to swerve away from that and push him into confessing. it's really embarrassing to see him try to make a move only to get rejected or mid-way change the plan.
"no! anyway, my new and foolproof plan is that since it's christmas," hu tao flipped the board with her other hand. "we can use the mistletoe as our advantage and use it for a romantic moment where you confess your feelings to name. i even asked dad about this and he agreed to it."
mistletoe? isn't that kissing?
"really, you got dad to agree to this."
"yes, and sure you might catch cooties." behind them, qiqi winced out of ickiness. "but better than nothing right?"
xiao stood there for a moment, rethinking about this. "are you sure it would happen perfectly? we don't even know if name likes me back."
"ummm, maybe the christmas spirit would enchant them." hu tao shrugged as xiao's eyes narrowed.
"i don't want a spirit to enchant them. that's not ethinical."
"xiao, don't shame on the spirits. they're very kind, y'know. anyway, the offer still stands but for a priceeeeee." hu tao replied, smiling. smiling like the devil, xiao knew something was up.
"what is it?"
"invite your second bestest friend ever over." hu tao chirped, hands together in a ball across her chest. she patted her eyes, coming closer to xiao, as xiao extended his hand out, creating a distance between himself and his sister.
"who?"
"yanfei!"
xiao tilted his head, hands still crossed. "yanfei? im not friends with yanfei."
"but if you want this plan to really work..." hu tao trailed off, hoping the bait she laid would catch her older brother. until qiqi said, "gege, i think jiejie has caught cooties too."
hu tao nervously laughed, "qiqi, i don't think-"
"ok, ill invite yanfei to the party but if this little christmas plan doesn't work, you're not allowed to make any more, got it?"
"oh my god, thank you sooo much, gege!! you're the bestest older brother anyone could ever have."
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it was almost time for the party, the house was decked out with decorations. although the usual red and green theme is what christmas is, xiao's family preferred the gold and red theme. in the kitchen, gingerbread houses were prepped to be put together. as dad helped hu tao place mistletoes around the house, giggling each time. "dad, isn't this bow kind of off centered?"
"hm, i do think it is off centered. do you want me to fix it?" he asked, holding onto the ladder. hu tao replied with a no.
if you looked around you would see the each archway of a room would have a mistletoe, although, none of them are upstairs in their rooms. qiqi asked if she wouldn't be kissed because she didn't want to go to uncle baizhu's home for the vaccine for cooties. xiao made a mental note to tell baizhu to stop telling her that cooties exist when in reality, they are not.
xiao was pacing around the living room again, qiqi was following him like a little duckling. "gege, are you worried about the plan? i think i have vaccines for the cooties. i think though."
"no, it's fine, qiqi." he picked her up, holding her. "do you think it would go wrong?"
qiqi huffed, "no. i see name and they like you. i think i saw them-"
xiao tilted his head, "saw them what?"
"ah, i forgot."
xiao wilted a little.
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as the house is fully decorated and hu tao busted her ass off to make it as romantic and christmasy as possible. the door rang, alerting everyone in the family to turn around. is it who xiao thinks it would be? name isn't late but they're not always super early. just before xiao reached for the door, hu tao squealed in delight, racing towards the door.
"hii name!!! and yanfei??? woah, did xiao invite you?" hu tao said, acting all coy as if she didn't try to puppeteer the whole situation. xiao noticed that yanfei's face was flustered. as he thought, huh, it is requited.
"ah, yes, i think so. i mean! yes, he did." yanfei yelped, clearly nervous but hu tao most likely saw her as perfect. xiao averted his eyes to you and god, he thinks you just killed him. from your sparking eyes to your bright smile, your little wave and he can't compute.
xiao.chr ran into an unexpected error 404
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you walked towards xiao, confused as to why he's just dazing off into nothingness. hu tao's conversation with yanfei blurring to the sound of christmas music. you poked his cheek, "xiaoo...?" seeing him go from reality from dreamland, which is strange, it's more like the opposite for the two of you. "are you there?"
"ah!" xiao yelped, blinking. huh, you never noticed how long his lashes were. "sorry, i was thinking about something."
"i could tell. what were you thinking about so hard?"
"gege has cooo-" xiao covered qiqi's mouth, "i was thinking of my grades after finals." as qiqi kept trying to talk, he made qiqi walk to hu tao and yanfei. "qiqi has a weird phase of saying cooties. sorry about that."
"no, it's kind of endearing." you replied, walking into the kitchen. xiao saw the little mistletoe above the kitchen's archway, afraid of kissing you in the moment, he redirected you to his room. "my dad's preparing something to snack on and he doesn't like being disturbed. um, lets go to my room instead."
"huh? but your dad loves when people watch him cook so he's not lonely in there." oblivious to the fact that the mistletoes were hung everywhere, xiao knew that hu tao had forgotten his own room. "he changed his rules."
you quirked a brow, "don't lie?"
"i promise i'm not lying." xiao said, trying to make himself sound not lying at all. until qiqi's voice replied, "gege, why are you a liar? i can see from jiejie's room that your pants are on fire. baba loves when people watch him cook."
"see, xiao, i can see what you're trying to pull here." you said. ypu're getting too close. very much to xiao's liking but to make a move? nah, he's good. seeing and loving you from a distance is good for him too.
"what are you talking about?" xiao said, pretending to be oblivious to what you're saying. you sighed and pulled him closer to you. he could feel the warmth from your face. he knows he's flustered by now. "you know what you're doing."
what?? i dont understand.
"what??"
"aw man, i thought this would bait you into telling me." xiao laughed mostly out of fear and anxiety. "you're just as mischievous as hu tao."
why did he compare you to his sister. it's over.
"ha! if i really was, you would've died by now."
he exhaled, "you're right."
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xiao was too caught up in the conversation he's having with you, he didn't know that he was right under a trap, the infamous mistletoe. you began to whisper, "look up."
when he did, his face paled as if he didn't agree with hu tao's plan to begin with. but unbeknownst to xiao, you set up this plan with hu tao. you always had even though you had every other chance to make a move on him, he always took it as platonic.
"oh." you pulled him closer,
"ready?" even though he was about to answer, you interrupted him with a kiss. wow you could've saved yourself 17 years of this but you liked to play the long game. xiao just stood there for a moment just before he returned the kiss.
the kiss moment was broken up by a loud flash sound and qiqi crying about how you two would catch cooties. "we need this for memories, can you kiss again for the family album?" hu tao asked as xiao pulled away from your embrace to yell at her. you laughed, winking at hu tao, pulling her brother away from her.
bonus:
zhongli started to console qiqi, cradling her into his arms, "cooties don't exist, qiqi."
"but, baba, uncle baizhu said, 'cooties are very contagious. to cure it i have to get the vaccine from his house.'" qiqi began to cry as zhongli wiped a tear from her face.
"baizhu likes to tease you since you are little-"
"baba! i am not little. i have two digits, i am older now."
"of course, you are a big girl now." zhongli comforting his daughter again, grabbing a gingerbread cookie from the counter. she takes it and cries,
"yes, baba! im a big girl and uncle wouldn't lie to me wouldn't he?" zhongli placed her on his lap, sitting on the couch. "well, no, of course he wouldn't. this is like how jiejie treats gege."
"ohhh."
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CAN I BE YOURS? 💕
CH.1: DIVE IN THE DEEP END
Denki x f!Reader
Dedicated to the lovely @weebaboobs for their request in this event!
I loved working on this chapter, and while I might come back and edit it again in the future when the event is finished, I hope everyone has fun reading this and the rest of the chapters to come!
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It started in the winter.
Late December, you got the phone call; you couldn’t help the grin that stretched across your face when you saw your best friend’s name appear on your screen.
Since you had worked at the same agency a year ago, he had welcomed you with that disarming smile and instantly made you feel at ease, first day nerves banished to the back of your mind.
Even when work was over and you were back to the rigmarole of your usual routine, moving around to help out on different cases, you had kept in contact. Or, he had. He sent you memes and asked how you were getting on with your new job when you had uprooted your life for a month to move across Japan.
Recently you were moved back into the same city as him and promised you’d find time to meet up again.
“Aren’t you supposed to be on patrol still?”
“Actually, I've been off the clock since about… yep, one whole minute ago.”
You laughed, hearing the grin in his voice. “You couldn’t wait until you got back to the agency to call?”
“I would have, but here’s the thing: I was thinking about inviting you over, since you said you were homesick about not being with your family for the holidays, but something came up.”
“It isn’t like we made plans, Kami. You don’t have to feel bad if you have stuff to do. We can hang out whenever. Pretty sure I’m gonna be in town for at least another couple of weeks.”
“Oh — I didn’t mean it like that. I meant something better than hanging out and watching a movie. Like… maybe a party?”
“Bit last minute to throw a party, isn’t it?”
“Oh, way too late. But there is plenty of time for you to meet me and come crash this one.”
“We are not crashing a party.”
“Not just any party. The party. Hawks’ Party-of-the-Year annual holiday party.”
“Isn’t that an invite-only event? How are we going to get in when we aren’t on the list? There will be someone at the door checking.”
“You’ll disguise us, duh.”
“As someone on the guestlist that they already saw enter? Or someone on the guestlist that rocks up after us to cause a scene? Either way it causes a scandal, we get dragged out of there in front of the press, and we’re tomorrow’s headline.”
Denki pauses for a beat, the line a static silence until his voice coils into your ear again, a smirk evident in his tone. “Still, it would be fun, right?”
“No, it could actually be bad for your career, and mine. Misuse of quirks for something like that? If they thought they could replace me, I’d be out of a job, as hot off the press as the morning paper incriminating us.”
“Don’t worry about that, we won’t get caught. I promise. Don’t you want to know the truth about what happens with all those celebrities and pro-heroes behind closed doors? Plus…”
“What else could there possibly be?”
He disregarded you, chuckling into your ear. “Hawks has something on our bucket list.”
“Like what?” You hum, waiting for him to divulge this mystery feature Hawks possessed that he seemed convinced would be the cherry on top to convince you to agree to join him.
“Look out your window. It’s snowing, and Hawks has a pool.”
-
You know exactly what possessed you to do it — the promise of a daringly exciting evening, letting Denki sneak you out to a swimming pool in the dark where you could swim surrounded by snow, nothing but the alcohol in your system to keep you warm — and within the hour you were dressed and parked up to meet Denki a block away from Hawks’ mansion.
Even from that far away, there was a buzz in the air from it, a glamor that sweetened the air like sugar, a caramelized mood coating the streets. It made you giddy with nerves and excitement to think that you might actually be able to pull this silly little scheme off, finding yourself inside the most coveted party in Japan.
He was suited smartly, green velvet donned from top to bottom over the top of a crisp shirt and tie, festively appropriate against your floor-length, velvet red gown, the neckline showing a classy yet sexy amount of cleavage, the straps of your black heels climbing your leg and crisscrossed, shown off by the split in the skirt that reached up high on your thigh on your right side.
He whistled low when he saw you, not hiding the way he was checking you out.
“Damn, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. You have gotten sexier since the last time I saw you.”
“Don’t look so bad yourself. You should wear a suit more often.”
“Shall we, my pretty little co-star?” He offered you his arm, smirking when you nodded and hooked your arm through his and let him lead you towards your destination.
-
Denki finessed at the door, silver tongued and charming in a way that had you impressed. It was fun to watch, being the only one who could see him for who he really was in this bizarre twist where he claimed to be some celebrity (not listed) whilst the security guards believed him hook, line, and sinker.
You, his pretty plus one from that movie you just filmed together — and please hush on those dating rumors Mr. Security, we don’t want the public to know about us yet — just smiled and nodded in all the right places, holding your breath right up until you were let inside and it was stolen from you.
Hawks lived in lavish style.
The swanky interior was right out of a brochure for the essential bachelor pad, wide open space, floor to ceiling windows, clean and simple surfaces. There must have been a designer involved in creating the space, it was perfect and large and everything looked expensive. You were afraid to take a seat in case the indent of your ass on the cushions came with a fine directly profiting Hawks’ bank account. It was crisp and clean, as if no one really lived here throughout the year. Maybe he didn’t. Maybe this was all for show — that would explain how relaxed he was at having several strangers in his home for a party that seemed more about reputation and attention from the press than it did about genuine connections and celebrations.
Denki clapped his hands together, rubbing them in menacing delight. “So, do you want to make the rounds socializing now or later?”
“As opposed to…?”
“Taking a dip? I thought that was the plan.”
“It is the plan, but it seems like the party is pretty centric to this room. All the doors to the rest of the house are closed, by the look of things. We don’t know how to get out to the pool, if we even knew where it was.”
“Aw, c’mon! Where’s your sense of adventure?”
“Maybe we should mingle for a bit. Scope the vibe, see what the plans are. Maybe they’re gonna migrate later on.”
“Or maybe they’re keeping me stuck here, not seeing you in a bikini.”
“I thought you liked this dress.”
“I do. It’s sexy as fuck, but bikinis are sexier.” He pouted and dug his hands into his pockets, rocking back on his heels. “I am gonna get you in the water sooner or later. One way or another.”
“I’m starting to think you putting snow swimming on both our bucket lists was just your sly way of trying to see me in my underwear. Which honestly doesn’t need this much effort, we could have just gone to the beach.”
“You’re telling me that now? I wouldn’t have gone to all this bother if I knew it was that easy to see your tits.”
You rolled your eyes at him, tilting your chin higher as you smiled at one of the ladies looking at you with an arched eyebrow, lips puckered at your increasing volume and, perhaps given the crowd, your lack of decorum.
“Shh!”
“She didn’t hear me.”
“She looks like she did.”
“She looks like she ate something sour, all puckered like that. God, imagine her puckering up trying to kiss you.” He shuddered, and you tugged his sleeve, trying to suffocate his reactions from being so animated. It was drawing attention, and she would probably look back if he didn’t quiet down. His voice hissed as he leaned down to whisper to you; “Kissing someone like her on the lips? Bleh. Nightmare inducing.”
“For the love of— please, stop talking.”
“You just got the mental image, didn’t you?”
“No. Now stop messing around. We’re supposed to be blending in.”
“I have an idea.”
“No.”
“Cover for me. I’m gonna scope things out, and when it seems safe enough, I’m coming to sneak you out of here.”
“Kami, no. Let’s just—” before you could finish, he slipped off into the crowd.
You looked around, counting the faces you recognised. Hawks was among a few Hero peers, entertaining his rich guests, and you could tell at least ten or so from the crowd were from daytime TV. A news anchor that worked close to the action to report on the heroes, a couple people from the commission you assumed were there to make sure nothing compromising was said with the alcohol flowing, and some well-known movie stars you hardly believed you were standing in the same room as.
The whole situation of you standing in the middle of these people was like a dream. One you were startled from when one of the ladies the older woman had been talking to approached you.
“Where has your co-star gone?”
Well, if he left you, you were going to have your own fun at his (and the actor he took the identity of) expense.
“Bathroom. He’s a bit of a slut, y’know? He slept with half the cast while filming, and — you didn’t hear this from me, but — he’s got an STI. Can’t hold his piss at all. Keeps complaining that it stings.”
While you weren’t comfortable pretending to be someone else when not for the greater good, maybe you could allow yourself small justices. The actor Denki was masquerading as had quite the reputation, and what you heard of him, he wasn’t the nicest of men in all his upcoming stardom. He was decent enough as an actor, you guessed, though he wasn’t palatable to you at all. Besides, it was kind of fun spinning tales that had those you gained the attention of showing all shades of disdain and twisted interest in the underbelly of a stranger’s life.
Gossip was a funny thing. Harmful as it could be, it was also fun to be a little naughty with your lies. Maybe you ought to have been an actor in another lifetime. Those talents went hand-in-hand with your current career, so if you did get fired for this misuse of your quirk, there was hope for you with your skills elsewhere, perhaps.
-
It was a quarter past eleven when he found you again, sneaking up on you from wherever he had disappeared to.
“Hey there, cutie.”
“You didn’t ditch me? I’m surprised. I haven’t seen you all night, even though we were supposed to be here together.” You frowned up at him, arms folded. “Where have you been?”
“Investigating. The party is heading out to the gardens soon for the fireworks at the midnight countdown, so I think it’s now or never.”
As his hand slipped into yours, there was something cold pressed between the heat of your palms, metal digging into your skin awkwardly in the hold of his hand.
You let him lead you through the crowd, weaving through people until you were slipping out into a quiet, darkened hallway.
“Kami, where are we going?”
“Just trust me.”
There were rows of windows along this particular hallway, lining the wall from floor to ceiling, showing off a large, private garden, lit just enough by the moonlight and floor lamps for you to see the snow falling.
“Did you figure out where the pool was?”
His eyes glinted in the lowlight, a sparkle that had your adrenaline at a peak, a flip of excitement rearing its head in your gut. Like two children off to cause mischief, you basked in the fun of doing something you knew you shouldn’t.
“Get your bucket list out, because we’re about to cross off snow swimming.”
Your legs picked up, stretching into wider strides to match step with Denki, your own gleam rivaling his. “No shit, you actually found where his pool was, and the key to get out there. How did you manage that?”
“I got a good lesson in not drawing attention to myself from a friend of mine, and I put it into practice.” He smirked at you. “Still got it.”
You bubbled with laughter as you reached the glass doors, looking out at the covered pool as Denki worked the lock open. As soon as the door slid open, the cold nipped at your skin and you recoiled.
Your bikini rubbed against your skin underneath your dress, and you were hyper aware of how little fabric there was making it up. Barely any of your body would be covered, leaving you practically bare to the cold.
Maybe this wasn’t the most thought out idea you ever let Denki talk you into.
You watched as he made his way over, crouching to brush some snow from the covering to reveal a button that opened the lid, sliding open slowly.
Together, you had conspired to believe Hawks would have a heated swimming pool. An indoor swimming pool, or maybe even a jacuzzi. He had the money for it, the pizazz and luxury of his mansion telling of well-earned funds he poured into his home and possessions, something that would make a gold digger very happy one day.
So, to see the meager swimming pool outside, existing in freezing temperatures, you were disappointed to say the least.
Knowing he had an outdoor pool, you had hoped it would be warm and you could swim laps while being surrounded by the fluffy snow and the frost that covered the grass of his garden like a sugary glaze, crunching underfoot. Unfortunately, you were wrong.
“You’re not getting cold feet already?” Denki glanced over his shoulder, rolling his eyes when he noticed you were still in the hallway.
“No. It’s gotta be heated, right? There’s buttons for that kind of thing?” You stepped out, shuffling your heels through the icy grass, careful not to slip. “Hawks wouldn’t have just a regular pool.”
“I don’t see any other buttons than open and close.” He sighed as he stood back to his full height, legs unfolding.
“Fuck that.”
“You can’t bail out now.”
You turned to Denki, frowning. “I am not freezing my tits off. I’ll be titless, and I happen to like them.”
“Me too.”
You rolled your eyes. “You like any tits you see.”
“Nothing wrong with that.” He shrugs, pushing you towards the pool.
“Hey! Don’t you dare push me in.”
“Someone has to get in.”
“After you.” You motioned him forward. “It was your idea to go snow swimming.”
“Okay, how about this? We jump in at the same time. No faking out, no chickens. We strip down and jump on the count of three. At least we can say we did it, and it’s like… adrenaline. We feel alive, then we get out and I’ll blast my heaters when we get back to my place.”
You groaned, stomping your foot. “I’m gonna be spending the rest of the night recovering.”
“Don’t be such a baby.” He smirked, fingers prodding your spine. “Ladies first.”
“You’re not going to take no for an answer, are you?”
“Nope. After all the hard work I put into getting the key, the least you can do is swim.”
“Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,” you muttered, undressing and psyching yourself up. Once you were down to your two piece, you jumped in knowing that if you went slowly, you’d never get all the way in.
The chill hit you instantly, locking you up as you sank beneath the surface, still chanting ‘fuck you’ in your head before bursting out again and glaring out at his laughing form, jaw chattering.
“Get in right now, asshole.”
But by then, he had stopped looking at you, fixated on your body, wet and reacting to the cold. As soon as he entered that stupor, deaf to you, he was just as soon out of it, dive bombing next to you and soaking you once more.
“Shit.” He cursed as he surfaced. “It’s so cold, my dick is gonna shrivel up inside me.”
“Kami, gross.”
“I can’t help it. Unless you wanna try warming me up, hm?” He nudged behind you, lean arms snaking around your waist as he floated closer, pressing his groin into the curve of your ass.
You couldn’t help but laugh. “We’re in Hawks’ pool in the fucking ice right now. Cool it.”
He laughed, the echo bouncing around the empty space the same way it bounced in your skull, fuzzy from the alcohol and distracted by the numbness setting into your flesh.
“I promise to return the favor. You’re freezing, babe.” His hands run up your sides, cupping your breasts, your hardened nipples straining against the fabric of your bikini and pressing into the flat of his palms.
“Your cold hands aren’t gonna warm anything up.”
“Sounds like a challenge.”
“It isn’t.”
“You just assumed I was planning on using my hands. Did you maybe… want my hands on you?” He glides a hand down into the water, fingers edging at the hem of your bikini bottoms. “Or… inside you? Bet you’re nice and warm.”
You shivered, his breath on the damp skin of the nape of your neck telling of how close he was.
The alcohol in your system was ebbing away from the surface, but you knew there was enough in your bloodstream from how the inhibitions that should have been there, warning you away from crossing boundaries with your best friend, were vacant, making room for the tension to build. You wanted him, and if he made a move now, you were sure you’d let him do anything.
“Kami, stop.”
“You want me to stop?” His hand retreated, the cold replacing it, but your face was burning.
“We’re friends.”
“Friends can mess around a bit.”
Your muddled brain was fishing for excuses to let him touch you more, a silly little teen magazine article you’d read over ten years ago circulating to the forefront of your thoughts: sleeping with friends can make you closer. It doesn’t have to be more than that — how could it be wrong when people did far more than touch each other with strangers?
His hand settled over your neglected breast, not applying pressure as he rolled his hands over just enough to tease your nipples. Thighs clenched, you moaned at the sensation. Everything was so heightened. Another shiver passed over your body, transforming your moan into a hiss.
“Fuck, so cold…”
Denki peeled his chest from your back, the icy water touching where his warmth had been and making you tense up, muscles tightening as he turned you, the swish of the water lapping against your shoulders and reminding you of just where you were.
“Can I?”
You nodded, not sure what you were agreeing to; you trusted Denki enough to not need him to elaborate on what he wanted to do.
His mouth lowering to latch onto your nipple over your top wasn’t expected, though there weren’t many coherent thoughts drifting in your head, but the sensation of his hot mouth paired with the swirl of his tongue had your eyes fluttering shut.
“Kam—iiiii.”
His chuckle was muffled, mouth full of you, but his gleaming eyes hadn’t lost their mischief as they met yours before he let go with an audible pop and smirked.
“You like having your nipples played with?”
“S-stupid question,” you shuddered.
The longer you soaked in the pool, winter breeze breathing over your wet skin, the more you sobered up, the residue heat from being tipsy replaced with the frost, but there was still a trickle of heat nestled between your thighs.
“Uh-huh. Wish I could have seen your face when I was rubbing them.” He pinched the neglected nipple on your other breast, huffing out a semblance of a laugh. “Bet you made a lewd face.”
“Did not.”
He didn’t argue, letting his fingers slip under the material clinging to your tits and pushing it aside languidly with his index, watching it peel away to reveal puckered, goosebump-covered flesh.
“Pretty.”
“Shut u—uhhp.”
You didn’t get the chance to complain, his mouth descending onto you once more, hands clutching at your hips and pulling you closer, thighs spread around his waist.
The sight of him suckling sent a strike of lightning down your spine, a flourish of heat that shot right down to your arousal, the way he moaned around the peak of your breast, his eyes flicking up to look at you with fluttering eyelashes.
He wasn’t one to care what he did or with who, slutty as he was, but this was the first time he actually crossed that line with you. There had been flirting, banter, nudges and touches that verged on something more than friends, but none of it went anywhere.
It wasn’t supposed to. There was nothing there that suggested it should, but it felt so good to let him do what he wanted. He opened his mouth, letting your nipple go and licking it, lust-blown stare never leaving yours.
You wanted to blame the alcohol, feeling the burn in your face, impulsive and fuzzy and horny, but maybe that was a side effect of getting too close to Denki. His spontaneous nature influenced you, made you reckless, and now he was playing you to the tune of his desires, leaving you pliant and soft under his expert touches.
He knew exactly how to make you want this. Want him.
He pressed into you, pinning you against the side of the pool, your shoulder blades digging into the edge. Denki was stuck to you like your bathing suit, hips rolling against yours and his hands set on the edge of the grass behind you.
“I’m so hard right now.”
“I feel it.”
His moan was muffled behind his sealed lips as he tried to hold back. “Is this too much?”
You shook your head, rocking into his motion.
When he brought his hands back to your breasts, they were freezing cold, pink fingertips circling your nipples and pinching at them.
“How about now?”
You hissed, flinching away from him. You glared at him, rolling his lip between his teeth as he stifled a laugh at your expense.
“Of course you think this is funny.”
“It’s cute to see your reactions.” He hummed, kissing your cheek and migrating his way down your neck. “And, now you need me to warm you up again.”
His breath puffed out, a small white cloud dissipating over the puckered buds, and you weeped, miserably desperate; “More.”
“Wanna say that again, hot stuff?”
“Keep doing that.” You tilted your head back, the inky sky like an ocean full of stars, dark as the water you were floating in that reflected the moon in the ripples casting out from your epicenter. “Feels good.”
Snow was sparsely in the air, the few flakes that landed on your warm, wet skin disintegrating immediately, and there was a muted static that buzzed along the surface of your body, an invisible outline. It was magical and you were acutely aware that this was one of those moments in life, charged with spontaneity and only shared between the two of you that it couldn’t feel real, not in the morning when the hangover wrapped itself around your skull, and it could definitely not be replicated.
Even tipsy, you knew the bubble would burst, and all of this — whatever this was — would be gone.
A deep part of your brain that was loosened by the alcohol rattled to life just to say fuck it, letting you reach down between your bodies as he was busy switching nipples, marking up your breasts with hickeys and burying his face in the valley of soft hills, to tug at his swimming shorts.
Denki groaned as you pulled his cock out, his hands squeezing your hips as you stroked him, taking a moment to feel the slick softness as it hardened. He twitched as your thumb swiped over the tip.
“W-what’re you doing?”
“What’s it feel like I’m doing?”
The color in his face as his eyes scrunched was addictive. You guided his cock between your folds, pushing your bikini bottoms aside to feel him directly against your sex.
Instinctively, he rutted against you, sliding through your slickened pussy, and you moaned at the same time from the sensation.
His debauched whine had your pulse speeding up.
“Is this too much?” You asked.
“N-no! Fuck, no, keep going.”
“Isn’t there a line we’re crossing?”
“Nuh-uh.”
Of course he would reassure you that this was fine, but you wanted to believe him, so you held onto his affirmations that this was okay, this was good, there was definitely nothing wrong with getting frisky with a friend.
You lifted your hips to grind along his length, letting his hands guide your pace. His tip bumped your clit, and it was your turn to moan, hearing the echo of your voice reverberate back to your ears, reminding you of where you were.
You slapped a hand over your mouth, fighting to hold back the noises he so effortlessly was pulling from you, and he wasn’t even inside you.
Your mind was reeling, thinking about the press that would do anything for a scoop, and you were laid out, perfectly scandalous, ready and waiting for their camera lens to capture you. You weren’t exactly prepared to become tomorrow’s Page 3, though the evidence would do wonders to Denki’s ego that you also weren’t keen to deal with.
“Kami, what if someone sees?”
“They won’t. Everyone’s too busy with the party.”
“What if we’re not the only ones that have the idea to come out here.” You squeaked when his thumb circled your clit. “Kami.”
“They’re not coming. Not before you.” He smirked, pressing into you more. “Or me.”
“You don’t know that. Anyone could—”
“Then cum before we get found out.” His thumb quickened on your clit as he swept his tongue flat over your nipple.
Every nerve in your body was buzzing with charged electricity, and if it wasn’t for the swimming pool and your wet bodies, you’d blame him for using his quirk on you. Your release was sealed behind a thin barrier that he was slowly working his way to snapping, a split wire, a fire hazard under your skin, and you were burning up. A short fuse away from bursting into colour like a firework against the black of night swallowing your bodies as you and your surroundings were drunk up by the water, a black hole swallowing you whole, all-consuming of you, your pleasure, and the whole world.
The moment lasted and lasted because you were trapped in warped reality where time stopped moving. There was nothing in existence except for this, for Denki.
“Kami, I’m gonna—”
“Mmm. Hold that thought.”
Your nails sank into the malleable flesh of his shoulders, more pliable with the water softening his lean muscle, clinging to him as you felt the initial stretch of his cock as he slipped into your cunt.
Your breath caught in your throat, hiccups of air bouncing from your mouth into your chest and back out again, shallow and hollow, oxygen stolen away from your awaiting lungs before it had a chance to soar through your body. Your head was spinning, your eyes unseeing, all that you could hold onto was the feeling of being split open on your best friend’s cock as he sank balls deep inside of you.
“Kami, you’re — you’re inside me, Kami.”
“I know, baby. Holy shit, you’re so tight.” The water lapped around your breasts as he pulled out, thrusting in again harder this time. “Shit, shit, shit. Not gonna—ah, not last.”
You were squeezing him hard, shaking from how sensitive and stimulated he was making you as you came, and the way your walls were clamped around his cock was causing his moans to be choked and broken, chasing his end with stuttering hips.
He pulled out, slipping against your thigh on his next forward thrust, precum leaking as his head fell back in a moan.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He fisted his cock, little splashes of water or cum, you couldn’t tell in the dark, landing on your chest and rolling down the valley of your breasts. “Oh, fuck.”
As he took his turn to cum, a hazy awareness fell over you that it was the New Year as fireworks lit up the sky, colors bursting to life. Distantly, you heard the partygoers from before cheering as the calendar year flipped over to the next, a new start just beginning, and you were starting yours shivering for more than one reason.
As his hand slowed down, lazily pumping his length, eyes closed, you took a moment to admire his blissed out features, the crease between his eyebrows and his slack jaw, panting from underneath the wet mop of hair plastered to his forehead. He really was so attractive. You tried your best not to notice his charm, but even you had your moments of weakness.
And with the way he worshiped your body, toying with you like he knew just what you liked before even yourself, it was all too easy to let yourself take in his features, handsome even then and there.
You were sure you looked like a drowned rat, never knowing the secret to looking like a model with wet hair, how some people — like Denki — could effortlessly look good no matter what they did.
Your eyes fell to his chest, his own nipples hard, and resisted the urge to bite at his chest, to give his nipples the attention he gave to you. This was the part you sobered up and got on with life as normal. This was fun, but you were friends, and that was all. You didn’t think about him that way, you couldn’t. He was a couple years younger than you, one of Japan’s most eligible bachelors and living the lifestyle to go with it, a reckless young man that was too busy having fun to settle down.
And even if he was ready, if he liked you as more than a friend, you couldn’t date. Not now. Your career meant so much to you, and it was an unpredictable path you were on. Where you would be from week to week, there was no telling. It wasn’t a stable career to accommodate a relationship.
You didn’t want to sacrifice what either of you had for some silly post-orgasm fantasy. You needed clarity, and reality was, your friendship meant everything to you. It meant too much to ruin it. You both had lives you loved and a lot of fulfillment. There was no place for you to get carried away in thinking anything more would be possible — this was just a transaction. A mutual grope for pleasure, and you got what you wanted. It made you closer. Friends had sex all the time, that’s why the term friends-with-benefits existed.
Your stupid sex-addled brain was getting too far ahead of itself.
“That was… s’good.” He sighed, peeling his eyes open to look at you, hooded eyelids and murky gold irises reflecting the multicolored sky. “Was that good for you, too?”
“Yeah. Amazing.” His dopey smirk caught you off guard. “Don’t give me that look.”
“What look?”
“That one that looks like you fried your brain.”
He just laughed, not offended in the slightest.
Dragging yourselves from the pool with exhausted limbs and fatigued with the weight of the water, you were so heavy it was tempting to lay on the grass, sure you couldn’t be any more numb, legs weak and toes so cold they lost feeling, but the wind wrapping itself around your limbs like tendrils proved you wrong, a shiver coarsing through your body as you hastily tried to replace your disguise, slipping back into your dress and wringing the water from your hair.
You struggled with the zipper behind you, fingers not cooperating with how little sensation there was left in them, and you were trembling.
“Need a little help there, babe?”
His hands were crowding in on your space before you could answer, taking the zipper and fixing it for you.
“T-thanks.”
“We ought to leave before they realize someone was out here. Pretty sure we’re off limits.”
“What do you mean?”
“You didn’t think guests had full reign of the place, did you?”
“Kami!”
He giggled, leaning out of your reach as you tried to slap his arm. “So, whaddya say? You coming to warm up at mine?”
“Of course. What’s a party without an after party? Just please tell me you have food in your fridge this time. Last time all you had was instant ramen and I still don’t know how you function eating like you’re still fifteen.”
“I have food. Real food, I promise. Not just pretzels.”
The sideways look you shot at him said you didn’t believe that. “With your metabolism and ability to run on garbage, imagine what you could achieve if you ate a vegetable once in a while.”
“Think I’d have a shot at beating Bakugou to the Number One spot?”
“Your ratings with the public would certainly help.”
“Because I’m cute.”
“Because you’re a flirt,” you corrected.
Sneaking out of the party, hair dripping wet and missing all the volume you once possessed, would have been quite the mortifying ordeal if it wasn’t for your ability to disguise yourself and Denki. Manipulating the way others saw you, you walked out with your heads held high, confident that whatever you actually looked like, that wasn’t the image you were projecting to the onlookers who barely batted an eye as you passed, seeking the exit.
“Taxi?” Denki shuffled, tucking his hands under his armpits once you hit the sidewalk.
You glanced down the road, seeing no traffic from how crowded the street was with parked paparazzi cars and news crews.
“Let’s just walk a bit, get away from the hounds.” You jerked your head in their direction. “Then we can drop the disguise and get a ride in peace.”
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You flopped onto Denki’s couch, exhausted and shivering. The taxi had been warm, but the short trip to his place had barely taken the edge off. Your still-damp hair sat around your neck, settling a chill into your body that sank into your bones, tensing your joints and making you coil in on yourself.
Denki hissed as he inhaled through his teeth “Even these cushions are cold,” he whined, knees pressing together.
“I think—” you shuddered, goosebumps spreading down the length of your arms, “—snow swimming was a bad idea.”
“You regret it?”
Maybe you were both talking about swimming, but anyone else would have missed the look that passed over his face. Something a little bit insecure and perhaps concerned for how things would be between you now.
You couldn’t answer his question, the one he really meant to ask. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to know the answer, too, but how could either of you know if what transpired would change the friendship?
“I’m freezing,” you said instead. “You put the heating on, right?”
“Yeah,” he shrugged. “It’s gonna take a minute to actually warm up, though… We could get a blanket and watch a movie while we wait?”
Agreeing, you settled under the blanket, but the tiredness in you settled and you melted into the cushions. With the softness of the blanket and your head on his shoulder as he picked a movie, you fell asleep before he could make a choice.
Hours later, you woke up to find yourself tucked into his bed, warm but alone, and looking for the noise that woke you. The light from the bathroom told you where he was, but there was another light closer to you. The light from one of your phones glowed pale in the dark; his phone.
It wasn’t an intentional invasion of his privacy when you looked at the time on his lock screen and saw an unread message.
I miss you. When can I see you again?
You didn’t recognise her name.
The stolen key from Hawks’ soirée glinted at you from his desk, a reminder of the events that lead you to be sharing Denki’s bed.
You didn’t know there was someone else. You wouldn’t have been there still if you had been aware he had someone texting him, missing him. That sounded more affectionate than a past hookup, but you hadn’t heard of him going on any dates.
He would have told you. Or, you thought he would have.
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woso-lover234 · 23 days
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matildas platonic fic
Training was harder today as they had a match incoming so the physios suggested ice baths to help the tillies' muscles.
At 10.30 training was over everyone started making there way towards the ice baths.
"We're doing ice baths?!" Madi called out "why'd no one tell me?!" She asked shocked
"Coz if you knew you would've skipped" macca said truthfully
"Not true" madi said quietly rolling her eyes while everyone gave her the 'your joking right?' look and she sighed "fine, whatever you guys are right" she puffed and started walking back to her room to sneak off early thinking everyone forgot about her doing an ice bath but mini caught her and brang her back but heaps of the other girls got off coz they didn't need one.
"Mads you have to do your ice baths" mini said sternly as she walked with her to the ice baths
"Sorry mini" madi said, sad that she had made mini mad or disappointed in her. When they arrived the media manager said she wanted to film a little bit of everyone getting in the ice bath.
(Bold is media manager)
Mini led madi to an ice bath where Kyra was waiting to go in and they waited to be told what to do.
"Ok we'll get Kyra and Madi in this one, mini in that one with Lydia, ellie in there and E-V-E in that one by herself" she explained and everyone went to the ones they were directed to. "Ok we'll start with over here with you hopping in first and we'll do snippets of all of yous, Kay?" She asked and everyone nodded. She followed them to the bath they were directed to go in and started filming.
(*if in this then filming* if not then irl/ bts)
*someone got into the ice bath with her phone in her hand
"Did you see how graceful that was?" She asked looking at the camera
"Very graceful, like a ballerina" *madi called out to her and did a little spin while having her arms above her head and everyone laughed
"You totally could've been a ballerina" Kyra commented
"Thanks Kyra" she said and the two laughed again at the sarcasm that Kyra said it with.
"Ok Kyra your up" the media manager called and Kyra stepped up to the bath
"Good luck Ky" madi called
"What do you mean your coming in after me" Kyra said laughing and shaking slightly
* "I am in" Kyra said to the camera
"No your not" madi said quietly in the back round and Kyra glanced at her then back at the camera with a shocked expression
"My foots touching the floor" she said proudly*
"Kay Madi your up" the manager said and madi groaned while Kyra laughed
*madi went up the steps with her phone in her hand
"Kyra can you pretty please hold this real quick?" Madi asked holding out her phone
"Yeah as long as we can watch TikTok together because I forgot my phone" Kyra said in a desperate/ serious tone
"Ok" madi said laughing as she reached the top step
"Can I jump?" She asked looking at the media manager
"I wouldn't recommend it but if you want" she replied and madi shook her head before getting in
"My feet can't touch the floor!" She yelled kicking her legs to keep her afloat
"If your feet don't touch the floor your not in properly" Kyra said and they laughed as madi went to the edge to hold on*
"Ya Kay?" Mini asked walking over to madi seeing her chattering and holding onto the edge for dear life
"Yep-pp" madi said holding a thumbs up and popping the P due to her chattering lips.
* "if youve never been to the Antarctic, this will replicate it" E-V-E said*
"It's so cold!" Madi called out shivering while Kyra nodded her head and Kyra held up madi's phone for Face ID before they began watching TikTok's.
*madi and Kyra in the pool shivering while lyds is singing in the back round
"What are you guys watching?" The man behind the camera asked Kyra and madi
"Edits of ourselves" madi said proudly and Kyra laughed "joking we're watching Matilda's edits because we're die hard fans and would do anything to meet them and wanna be exactly like them one day!" Madi said acting like a fan girl before her arm slipped and she fell into the ice bath and got up to her the collar of her Matilda's shirt wet as everyone laughed at her*
*E-V-E holding up the piece sign with her muesli bar half eaten*
*minis bout to get in her ice bath with lyds
"10 degrees for 10-15 minutes is the appropriate temperature and duration for an effective ice bath" Tony called to mini as Ellie walked past*
* "you sit in here for, the gurus say about 10 minutes but for me 6 does the trick for E-V-E." E-V-E says to the camera while holding up her shirt to not get it wet.*
"Kay Ellie you wanna be on film too?" the manager asked Ellie and Ellie just shrugged
"Yeah sure, why not?"
*ellie was on the top stair holding her thumb up with one hand and her phone and a drink in the other before going to hop in.
"Don't drown mini" Tony said to mini as she got in and you could hear madi and Kyra's distant laughs.
"You reckon I'll be able to touch the bottom?" Mini asked
"Well Madi can't so we'll just have to see. You'll have to tread water for 10 minutes like her" everyone laughed. Ellie was lowering herself in, her shirt in her mouth to not get it wet.
"Do you want some more ice?" Tony asked her "some ice thrown in for some good measure?" Ellie nodded her head "you do?" She nodded her head again "where's the ice machine?" He asked going to find it*
*mini was in the ice bath now.
"I hate ice baths, why do I even do them?" Mini asked
"Umm can I get a step please?" Madi asked
"Yeah someone get madi a step, she can't reach the bottom" he called out and someone brought a step for madi to stand on. Mini cringed as the water got colder*
steph came into the room in her puffer jacket ready to hop into the bath with Ellie.
*steph pulled up her puffer jacket a little and lowered herself down into the water
"Oh no" she said feeling the cold water
"Mhmmm drop" ellie said*
*Kyra and madi were in the ice bath flapping their hands trying to stay warm
"High knees" madi said trying to do high knees on the step but nearly fell but luckily grabbed onto kyra and almost making her fall aswell.
"Oops sorry" she said hugging Kyra from behind and putting her head on the older girls shoulder and smiling innocently
"Cool vibes!" Lydia said from the ice bath behind them "it's cool!"
"It's cool vibes" Kyra said putting up the rock and roll hand signal
"cold vibes!" she said matching Kyra hand signals "Did anyone set a timer?!" She asked as an after thought
someone put their hand up saying they put on a timer and that Kyra and madi could get out now.
"THANK THE LORD!"* madi called out as she swam to the side to get out of the ice bath Kyra following but hit madi's step.
" your step was in the way!" She called out to the girl who had just got out and was running to Caitlin who had a towel
"I'm sorry" she yelled back as she reached Caitlin who was now holding the towel out waiting for her so she could wrap her up while Kyra had to grab one herself (perks of being the baby of the team)
"Thank y-you I'm so c-cold!" Madi said her teeth chattering as she spoke. Now that she was out of the water and the breeze was blowing on her she felt colder than she did in the ice bath. Caitlin wrapped the towel around her freezing figure as madi pulled it tighter around her body.
"All good go stand in the sun" she instructed and madi quickly left to go outside Kyra following when they met Charli outside.
"Hey little one!" She said happily opening her arms for madi to hug her and she did
"Thanks Charli I'm getting warmer now" the young girl said as kyra went behind madi and hugged both the girls
"Me too" she said they laughed before going to sit in the sun for a bit.
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verfound · 4 months
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FIC: "How Do I Look?" (MLB; Lukanette; Sprint Fic)
Rating: Teen & Up
Characters/Pairings: Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng; Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng
Summary: Alya’s making Marinette go out, and Marinette really doesn’t want to.  Luka’s not sure he wants her to, either.
Author’s Notes/Warnings: The week before Thanksgiving is always a little nutty at work, and I did some sprinting to unwind.  From November 2023’s Sprint Challenge Prompts over at @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers, using the social media prompt that said: “The single most important thing a man can do to be an ally is give his woman friends permission to give dudes at the bar his number so when they call he can angrily say that’s not funny because she died 15 years ago that very night.”
Just a reminder: LBSC Sprint Challenge Guidelines: Three 15-minute sprints to write the fic.  24 hours to edit/post.
“How Do I Look?”
“I really don’t want to go out tonight.”
Luka looked up from his Cheerios at Marinette’s voice, his spoon still in his mouth.  His eyes widened when he saw the red dress she was wearing, and he almost swallowed the spoon when she sat on the edge of the table and gave him a pouting look.  Between the smoky eye she had painted on and the deep red lipstick that drew his focus to those kissable lips…yep.  He was swallowing his spoon.  And tongue.  And…
“You…you’re going out tonight?” he asked after a moment, when he finally felt like he had regained some sense of composure.  Barely.
“Unfortunately,” she sighed, bending to slip on a strappy pair of heels that just…weren’t fair.  She glanced back at him, a smirk on her lips like she knew exactly what she was doing to him.  “I’d much rather stay home in my comfy jammies, with my favorite emotional support musician and a tub of ice cream.  Binge watching bad movies.”
He…liked the sound of that, actually.
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valoisfulcanellideux · 10 months
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Transcribed highlights from Pix and Zloy's "Chicken Block" series [Ep.1 & Ep.2]
Since I've been re-watching this hilarious series, I thought I'd transcribe some of the highlights, because these two are just so damn good together. Funny stuff from episodes 1 and 2 can be found behind the cut.
Ep.1
Zloy: [sings, to the melody of the 'Transformers' theme] "Log chicken. Chicken who's a log."
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Zloy: "I'll need you to surround me in a pen with them [the chickens]. Don't worry, I'll blend in." [looks like this, so yeah... he will]
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Pix: "I like the fact that you've just committed to your life in this new chicken commune now." Zloy: "Look, I have a boat. I can escape whenever I want." Pix: "That sounds like what somebody with Stockholm Syndrome would say." Zloy: "This is the prison of my own making!"
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Zloy: "Hey! Hey, look! It's our first log that was pooped by a chicken!" Pix: "Nice! Can we call them organic now? Is that what we're allowed to—" Zloy: "Pixlriffs, ALL logs are organic." Pix: [laughs] "Responsibly farmed!" Zloy: "Show me… show me a single log that would not be an organic one." [giggles] Pix: "I wanna make some kind of, like, pithy remark about fossilised wood at this point, but I dunno." Zloy: "Fossilised wood would also be organic! Because guess what? It was still grown as wood. In a tree." Pix: [laughs] "This is a fair point. I concede."
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Pix: "I can't tell if these logs inside this enclosure were pooped out by a chicken, or if they are just… logs that fell from this tree." Zloy: "I wanna say it's probably a community effort."
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Zloy: "Oh! There's a skeleton! There's a skeleton! There's a skeleton! And it—" Pix: "Oh no…" [skeleton self-yeets off the one-block-wide bridge from the mob-spawning platform] Pix: [loses it] Zloy: "DID YOU SEE THAT?!" Pix: [loses it some more] "It just went! It was like 'Nope! Can't be bothered with you!' It saw you riding a chicken towards it, crown upon your head, glasses on your face, and decided, 'I'm not gonna mess with that guy'."
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Pix: "One other thing I will always appreciate about Bedrock Edition over Java is the fact that the sky darkens around you when you're looking directly at the sun, because of how bright the sun should be. It's, like, the one lighting effect that actually makes sense in this version of the game." Zloy: "Also, the eyes don't start bleeding, but that's an… entirely different thing." Pix: "Yes. That's an add-on that I imagine people could make." Zloy: "You look up and there's the Rick and Morty sun, screaming."
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Zloy: [to stream chat, as he looks at the assorted chickens] "Okay. Anyone want to give me a breeding pair?" [pause] Zloy: "Anyone who says 'Zloy and Pixlriffs' will be banned from every single channel on Twitch."
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[Pix goes out toward the mob spawning platform with a sword] Zloy: "You don't have to wait between the swings." Pix: "I know, I know." Zloy: [giggles] "Hehe. Silly Java players! Hehehe!"
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Ep.2
Pix: "I have coal!" Zloy: "YAY! Pix: "I have coal. Can make torch. Will make torch now."
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Pix: [having farmed a bunch of wood] "The log chicken just gave me another log, as if to say, 'Why are you even bothering?' [addresses the chicken] I'm bothering 'cause you're not productive." Zloy: "Pick up the speed. Clench your… whatever muscles you're using." Pix: "Tighten your buttcheeks!" Zloy: "Yep. Push, lady. [pause] Don't actually push ladies."
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Pix: "There is now a zombie with a gold hat who seems to be… okay, there are two of them; they seemed to have claimed the ship." Zloy: "They boarded the ship!" Pix: "We've been boarded." Zloy: "Oh noes." Pix: [grabs a sword] "I'm gonna go and defend us. I have lost the ability to sprint, though, so I'm not exactly charging into battle, but…" [walks toward the zombies] "GET OFF MY SHIP, YOU DINGUS!" Zloy: [giggles] Pix: "Oh hey, he dropped his hat! Yay! I have armour." Zloy: "You have a crown." Pix: "You have your crown, I have my crown." Zloy: "The matching attire." Pix: "It gives me Fire Protection 1, as if that's even an issue." Zloy: "MINE GIVES ME DIGNITY, DARN IT!" Pix: "I have no dignity."
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Zloy: "Hey look! A spider." Pix: [laughs] "It's a string chicken." [they both laugh] Pix: "After a while everything on this map just becomes a chicken to me."
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Pix: "I spawned with you in the cauldron. Which looks even more soupy now that it's filled with rainwater." Zloy: "Exactly! We're gonna be delicious!"
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Pix: "Every time the honey dripping sound happens, I just feel like it's slime. I'm like, has a slime just spawned? Nope. It's just the scarecrow dripping."
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Zloy: "I have, like, twenty dirt. Place it responsibly."
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Pix: "Oh, a zombie villager! Haha, yeah!" Zloy: "WHAT? No way!" Pix: "Let's see what we can do about him." Zloy: "I mean, we have a boat." Pix: "Yeah, that is true. That is true." Zloy: "I already decided that his name is gonna be Grephew. Which is a very bad idea, because I can see there's another zombie inside of him. He probably will not survive." [Pix creeps out toward the zombie villager, who self-yeets off the bridge. Pix runs back again] Pix: "There's a tiny one! There's a tiny one behind him! He has a son! There was a child!" Zloy: "Grephew Junior! Yaaaaay! I… don't want to go near him. Okay, Grephew, son of a gun, you're making me do this. Here are full blocks to preserve you." Pix: "Oh man. It's super creepy that baby zombie villagers have the same sound as regular zombie villagers. It's like a child with an unnaturally deep voice." Zloy: "They just have a very deep voice, okay?"
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[Zloy builds a shelter around Grephew, out of oak fences with an oak plank roof] Pix: [laughs] "He has a freaking abandoned mineshaft over the top of him now."
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Zloy: "A skeleton on this platform. So… potentially bones. And I apologise, but also potentially getting boned, so…" Pix: "Yeaaah… 'bout that… I'm fine taking the risk. I have fire protection on my helmet." [I'm struggling to resist the innuendo on that one…] Zloy: "I also am fine with you taking the risk."
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Zloy: [musing] "So, mycelium would be… a log and dirt, all right." Pix: "Consult the notes!" Zloy: "I have them on my lap. The entire whiteboard. It's not a big whiteboard. But it does obstruct my view so I don't see the keyboard and my own teacup. So there's a disaster waiting to happen." Zloy: [laughs; probably at a suggestion from stream chat] "Consult the book of armaments! Oh my god." Pix: [laughs] "Hold thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch. Four shalt thou not count. Neither countest thou two. Unless, in counting two, thou proceedest to three." Zloy: "Are you still speaking English?" Pix: [laughs] "I'm just quoting Monty Python. Which is probably the most English you can speak." Zloy: "Are you still speaking English, or have you transcended into communicating only in Monty Python quotes?" Pix: "It's touch and go." Zloy: "Yeah."
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Zloy: "This is the Grephew Island." Pix: "The Grefuge." Zloy: [cracks up] Pix: [laughs] "I'm sorry!" Zloy: [giggling] "That's going into the episode title. Like, you're ruining my SEO, but that's gonna be the episode title."
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Pix: "We have four apples in the chest now. Which is nice. I'm still not eating any of them, because I enjoy chat freaking out about the fact that I have no health left." Zloy: "There is no reason to eat. Just DIE!" [they have Keep Inventory on] [long, awkward pause] Zloy: "There is so much political commentary in that one phrase I just said..."
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Pix: [peers across at the spawning platform] "I keep looking at stuff over there and thinking, 'Is that a skeletal chicken?' and it turns out it's just, like, a sapling and I can't really see. Oh, yeah… ENHANCE!" Zloy: [laughs] "Crying out loud, I was waiting for you to remember that one. What do your elf eyes see, Pixlriffs?"
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[Zloy is about to boat a chicken along a one-block-wide bridge] Pix: "Do you need a bit more space on the platform, or is that enough?" Zloy: "No, no. But I would appresh you taking out the spooder [spider]. I dragged a shulker this way, through the End, over the void, for thousands of blocks. [whispers] I think I can manage with a chicken. [pause] Mostly because the chicken is not actively trying to kill me."
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Pix: "Oh my god! Phantoms have started to spawn, and they're skinless chickens!" Zloy: "WHAT?! NO!" Pix: "I DID NOT EXPECT THIS!" [both start laughing] Pix: "Yes! Oh, this map is good. This map is so good!"
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[they kill a chicken-phantom] Pix: "Oh, it dropped feathers! What?" Zloy: "IT DROPPED RAW CHICKEN!" Pix: [absolutely loses it] "So phantoms are actually chickens?! What?! Oh, that's so good." Zloy: "They're regular chickens that came for vengeance!" Pix: [cracks up] "That's incredible." Zloy: "I just realised that they're gonna burn in the daylight and drop cooked chicken." Pix: "I mean, in theory. They could not do." Zloy: "Yeah, they couldn't." Pix: "But yeah, if they drop cooked chicken, that's like… actual genius." Pix: "Look at it dive. Look at it dive, like a graceful swa— [chicken-phantom bursts into flames] Nope, it is burning. Yes!" Zloy: [cracks up] Pix: "Self-cooking chicken!" Zloy: "Yes! We finally found the Kentucky Fried one!"
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bookinit02 · 7 months
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s5 script info/faq
hi guys! in exactly a week, i'm going to start posting my original stranger things s5 script. here's a general info/faq post for easy reference :)
about the script:
what: this script is designed to be a culmination of my ongoing rewrite series, which is a fanfic version of each season of stranger things, written through the lens of alternating byler pov. since season 5 hasn't released yet, and we've still got a ways to go, i decided to write an original script to base my last installment off of. the script will be 10 episodes, at about 60 pages each, and serve as a companion to my season 5 fic.
where: script episodes will be posted here on my tumblr, and be linked to a pinned post (which will go up in a few minutes). fic chapters will be posted on my ao3, as usual.
when: currently, i'm planning to have at least one post a week: the script episode will release on a sunday, and then the two accompanying chapters on the next two fridays. so, for example, the first few releases will look like this: script 1 on sunday 9/3, chapter 1 on friday 9/8, and chapter 2 on friday 9/15. this gives you about a week to read each new post! of course, you can read however you'd like: script first, or fic first, depending on your preference. i decided to post the scripts first to try and mimic the rest of the rewrite experience: "watching" the show, then reading the fic. if there's any schedule delays due to typical life stuff, i'll let you guys know!
frequently asked questions:
will the script cover every plotline?: yep! with 60 pages per episode, there's a bit of time dedicated to every character, as much as i can feasibly manage. of course, this means that the script will be less byler-focused than the fic series has been (but still more than the original show, lol). but not to worry—the fic companion will add extra scenes and plenty of byler content. this also means that some of the plots will only be accessible through the script, as the fic is entirely from byler pov. but it's still up to you whether you would like to read or not!
will there be any character deaths?: i'm going to answer this right now: there will be no character deaths. i want the script to be realistic, but it's also my version, and i always try to give my characters happy endings :) this doesn't mean that there won't be some close calls, though. we'll have to see. :)
will there be a playlist?: yes! i've spent some time testing out playlists for the first two episodes, and they're both fully completed. they'll be linked along with the script, along with a timing guide for anyone (like me) who likes being insane about the details. playlists are always tricky because everyone reads at different speeds, so i've written out which scenes go with each song, and you can skip along as needed. if you prefer not to listen with music, of course you don't have to—though i will say that most songs are just soundtrack instrumentals to set the mood :) it might be a little finicky, so i'm sorry in advance! i'll always try to perfect them as much as possible before posting.
will you do another rewrite after s5 releases?: currently, i'm planning on it. of course, we have no idea how much longer it's going to take, or what exactly will happen in canon (or in life), but if i'm in a place to write fic, then yes! i'll do a typical rewrite and add it to the end of my series, so you guys can have your choice of endings :)
how do we leave comments?: if you want to leave a comment on the script, i'm happy to receive them in asks, messages, or post comments! you can also leave them on the fic chapters if you'd like. edit 9/1: you should be able to leave comments in the google doc! be mindful of what account you are using, as these comments will be public. for a more comprehensive comment policy, click here.
do i have to read the rest of the rewrite series first?: reading the rest of the rewrite isn't necessary, but it is a good idea. i know it's a lot to read, so don't feel pressured, just know that some things might not make as much sense without the prior context! my rewrite series is pretty canon-compliant, but a lot of relationship dynamics are developed in a very specific way, and we pick up right where we left off at the end of a new place to be from. so, essentially: no, but you'll probably want to.
do i have to read the script?: definitely not. if you prefer to just read the fic, you absolutely can! it'll make sense on its own, you might just miss out on some of the extra plotlines and context.
that's about all i can think of for now—if you have any questions that weren't answered in this post, please send me an ask and i'll edit this post to include your question! i've been working on this project for a few months now, and i'm really excited to share it with you guys :) thank you all for giving it a shot! see you next sunday <3
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