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chachamaru-s · 2 years

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you’ve gotten into my bloodstream

dabi x fat!fem!reader tags: loss of virginity, passive reader, insecurity, dubcon elements if you squint (y/n wants it shes just insecure), experienced dabi, possessive dabi, praise, wrist tying, vaginal fingering, squirting, unprotected sex word count: ~3k a/n: this was three weeks in the making and ill be honest, i lost steam at the end so if it feels rushed, this is why

Dabi feels dangerous, exciting and new in ways you can't articulate. So when he pushes you through the threshold of your front door, lips attached to your neck, you don't even consider pushing him away. He kicks the door shut, moving his attention to your mouth. He nips and sucks at your lips before thrusting his tongue into your mouth, prompting a soft moan from you as he asserts his dominance. Already you feel heady, intoxicated by his touch. He always does this to you, gets you all worked up with no release. Granted, that's partially your fault - your insecurities never let your make-out sessions progress to anything satisfying.

The two of you fumble your way to the couch, ever connected by lips or hands and nerves start to build in your stomach as Dabi pushes you down and hovers over you. The look in his eyes is enough to tell you what he wants, and much as you'd like to give him whatever would please him, you aren't sure if you can give him this. Intimacy has never been your strong suit, and when you hated looking at yourself in the mirror, it's hard to imagine someone looking at you the way Dabi is right now.

His hands wander, and with every roll they glance over you have to fight the urge to cringe. What does he even see in you? What could he possibly want with you? His interest in you confounded you from the start, and his apparent desire for you did nothing to clear anything up. You've never had anyone touch you the way he does, kiss you like they're starved for you, look at you like you're all they ever wanted. But Dabi does, even when he tries to hide it, you can see it. So why are you so nervous? Why does the idea of escalating things fill you with simultaneous fear and excitement?

"Wait." You say as his hand travels up your shirt, and it takes him a moment but he pauses, looking at you with a question in his eyes. You feel suddenly bashful, as you do every time you put a stop to things. You don't want him to know about your insecurities, don't want to force him into a situation where he has to soothe your worries. He doesn't seem built for that kind of thing, even if you know he'd try in his own way.

"What?" He asks, looking at you as if he's daring you to give him a good reason to stop. You suddenly feel like you can't, like withholding this from him will ruin your relationship. You like to think Dabi wouldn't drop you for not putting out, but isn't that what guys always wanted? Sex?

"Well - I - are you sure?" You ask lamely and he gives you an amused look.

"Am I sure I want to fuck you into the couch? Absolutely." He says, going to resume his movements under your shirt but you seize his wrist and look at him, willing him to understand your meaning but it doesn't work. Unfortunately, the two of you have not yet perfected that.

"I mean you say that, but I'm not exactly attractive under there." And that's it. You don't know what reaction you expect from him. Maybe indifference, maybe amusement, maybe anger. Whatever it is, you certainly don't expect what you get.

"And I look like Frankenstein's monster. Your point?" That startles a laugh out of you, and his lips quirk in return.

"Yea, but you're still hot." You say, and God help you, you mean it. There was something alluring about him from the moment you saw him. That he had ruined flesh all over didn't faze you. He was perfect as he was. Maybe this was his way of telling you that he thought the same about you.

"So are you. Now can I go on? 'Cause once I get you naked, I'm not stopping." The blatant want in his tone and eyes makes you flush. No one's ever wanted you like this before, that's why you were well into your twenties and still a virgin. Somehow, you trust Dabi with this. Trust him to be your first. So you nod and his hand resumes its ascent until he's fondling your breast, leaning in to kiss you more gently than he ever has before.

Pushing your bra away to afford better access, Dabi rolls your pebbled nipple between his fingers, eliciting a gasp from you. This seems to please him as he gives it another pinch. You had no idea you were so sensitive there until this very moment, the sensation of him playing with you pooling heat deep in your belly. You felt flushed all over, itching for him to touch you more, in different places. It's a desire you've kept locked up tight for long enough, and now he was helping to release it.

"Now, let's get this shirt off." He says, and you move to accommodate him as he pulls it off your body. With experienced hands, he reaches behind you to unclasp your bra and when all is said and done you lie back on the couch, avoiding looking at him as he takes in the sight of you like he never has before. He's silent for long enough that you worry he's begun to regret his decision to get you naked and you open your mouth to say something, arms reaching to cross over your chest, but he stops you.

"Hey. Don't hide from me." He says, uncrossing your arms. "This body is sexy." He says, running a hand down your waist, gripping the fat of your hip. "This body is desirable." He leans forward and kisses your breast. "And most importantly, this body is mine, so don't you fucking hide it from me." The possession in his tone does something to your insides, something not wholly unpleasant. No one's ever wanted you with such ferocity before, you can hardly believe this is even real.

"Your tits are amazing." He say, bringing his lips to each one before sucking a sensitive bud into his mouth, causing your breath to hitch at the sensation. Your reaction embarrasses you, causing your cheeks to flush redder but Dabi is too occupied with your breasts to notice, one hand traveling down your waist. Your stomach erupts with butterflies when you realize his destination, his hand slipping under your jeans and panties with practiced ease.

His fingers delve between your folds, seeking your clit out like a man on a mission. "Fuck, you're already so wet for me. Just begging to be fucked." And you gasp when his fingers rub you just right. "That feel good babydoll?" He asks, smugness in his tone. All you can do is whimper, rocking your hips to meet his fingers and chase the feeling he's providing. He chuckles at your wanton display, but doesn't still his fingers.

He continues rubbing circles around your clit, his mouth dividing its attention between your two breasts, and it isn't long until you feel tension building in your gut. Your hips rock every now and again to chase the feeling, the noises you're making embarrassing but you're too caught up in him to even care about it. When he pulls his hand away, you whine in disappointment, panting for the release he clearly isn't going to give you yet.

He chuckles at your desperation. "Patience." He soothes, working on the buttons of your jeans. His pace is agonizingly slow as he pulls your jeans down, pulling your shoes off when he gets there, then removing your jeans entirely. He's takes just as much time to remove your panties, watching as you squirm with every brush of his hands against your legs.

"Dabi." You sound pitiful, his name a whine and he stops the fingers that had been dancing up your legs. He looks at you with a quirked brow and something in his eye that makes you think he's about to tease you. The thought makes you rub your thighs together, hoping to relieve the want there.

"What do you want baby?" He asks, a quirk to his lips.

Your eyes widen at the thought of having to express yourself. You just wanted him to touch you where you ached for it. You felt red, flushed from head to toe in embarrassment and desire. You'd never had someone touch you there before. "I ... I don't know." You answer much to his amusement.

"Well lucky for you, I do. Lay there and trust me." He sounds so sure of himself that you wonder how many people he's been with and how you compare to them. Subconsciously you clamp your thighs together as if to keep Dabi from looking at you. He did not seem deterred by this and when he put his hands on either of your thighs to pry your legs open with a: "What did I tell you about hiding from me?" he met no resistance.

Using two fingers, he delves between your folds and stretches them wide to expose you to his gaze. You squirm under it, biting your lip to stifle any noises of the excitement pooling in your stomach. "What a pretty pussy." He compliments, tone laced with want. He looks at you like a man starved, and when he leans forward to bury his head between your thighs and taste you, he laps at you like it, too.

A jolt of electricity runs through your body at his tongue against your clit and you can't help but squirm. It feels good - great - but almost too much so. You're certain that the piercing on his tongue adds to the experience, but you don't have anything to compare it to. You moan low when his tongue hits a particularly sensitive spot, moving your hands to cover your face in embarrassment. You feel so vulnerable with his head between your thighs, his tongue exploring your folds, but heaven help you, you want more.

When he notices you hiding, he stills his tongue and reaches up to move your hands away. "Hide from me again and I'll bind your arms." He threatens, causing you to nod dumbly. It's not that you want to hide from him, it's not that you don't want him to make a home between your thighs, but this is all so new to you that you aren't really sure how to react.

"Good girl." He praises and you make a noise of desperation at him as he dives back into your pussy, tongue circling your clit and lips suckling on it in turn. You grind your pussy against his face, feeling his smile against you there as you do so. Clearly he's proud of himself for working you into such a state, but you don't care, you're just chasing that feeling at the tip of his tongue.

When he slides a finger into your wet cunt, you make a noise of surprise, discomfort and anticipation all at once. You fight the urge to cover your face once again as he pumps a single digit in and out of you. "Dabi!" You cry out, the sensation of his finger pumping into you fading from discomfort to pleasure.

"You're so tight. You ever done this before?" He asks, exploring your walls with a single finger. You shake your head no and he curses at your revelation. "So I'm your first? Lucky me. Don't worry babydoll, I'll make you feel even better." His words cause you to cover your face again, despite his threats but he follows through on them.

Taking you by the wrists, he pulls your arms over your head. "What did I say?" With his free hand he's working his belt off and once he manages to get it off, he wraps it around your wrists, securing it tight. You whimper at the way it feels, excitement pooling between your thighs making and even bigger mess of yourself than he already had. "Keep 'em up." He says and you nod your head in understanding.

He returns his attention to your clit, latching on while he reinserts his finger. You shudder at the feeling of it, squirming under his touch. He doesn't let up, lapping and sucking at your clit as he adds a second finger to the mix. The stretch is incredible, just this side of uncomfortable but in a way that makes you feel fuller than you've ever felt before. It's dizzying, causing heat to build in your belly once more as you approach your orgasm.

"Dabi...please...it's too much." You pant, but he's relentless, edging you closer and closer to climax. You're afraid of the fall, afraid of what it will do to you, embarrassed of how you'll sound or what expression your face will make. You move your bound hands as if you're going to push him away. "Dabi - ohhh." Your orgasm shakes its way through your body, your hands immediately grip in his hair as your hips jerk against his mouth, the feeling of your orgasm gushing from you might have been embarrassing if you had any presence of mind to feel such things. You felt like you were floating, breathing heavy, your body jittery with excitement.

He pulls away as you're coming down, your release dripping from his chin. He wipes it away and grins at you. "Damn, that was hot." He says, looking at you with wonder. "Think you can do that again on my cock?" His crass words might have made you flush if you weren't already red from head to toe. You can't imagine him putting that inside you. You feel untethered, still falling from the new heights you'd soared to.

You whimper, still overstimulated. The look he gives you makes the fire in you burn hotter. "Fuck, keep making noises like that, baby." He says, but he sounds much less in control of himself now. Taking your hands, he guides them to his cock. You feel the piercings there, fingers wrapping around the length of him as you wonder what they'll feel like inside. "See what you do to me?" His voice is low.

You're having a hard time accepting that you're the cause of his current state, that the fire that burns in you burns in him, too. "Put your hands back up for me." He instructs and you obey. His hands feel up your body, to your face and he leans down and kisses you languid and seeking. Down your body his hands travel again, one gripping the meat of your hip, the other stroking himself as he rubs his tip against your entrance.

He slides in, meeting some resistance as you gasp at the sensation. It's uncomfortable, but not wholly unpleasant, your pussy stretching for the first time to accommodate someone. He hisses a noise of pleasure as he finally bottoms out and you look down to see where the two of you are connected before he leans down and kisses you fiercely, pulling out just enough to slide right back in.

The longer his hips move against yours, the higher your pleasure soars. You moan against his lips, hands itching to touch him but unable to do so bound and slung over your head as they are. He licks into your mouth like a man parched, drinking up every noise he's pulling from you. His lips wander, to your cheek, along your jaw, kissing a line to your neck where he pants against your skin.

"You fit me so well," He praises, punctuating his words with a harsh thrust into you. The noise that elicits from you is embarrassing to say the least, but you're too lost in the sensations to worry about it too much. He leaves open-mouth kisses along your neck as he utters praises against your skin. "Such a good girl. Am I making you feel good?" He asks, nibbling at the skin at the juncture of your neck.

You whimper in response, his voice and praise working you into an even more needy state than you'd already been. "Use your words," He reprimands, "Let me hear that pretty voice."

"Yes." You gasp. "S'good, so good." Your voice is slurred with pleasure, a moan cut off when he kisses you again. You feel frantic, the need to have him as close as you possibly can mounting. You move your arms and loop them around his head, hands tugging at the ends of his hair as he kisses you breathless.

When he pulls away, you're both panting, but with your hands in their current position he can't get very far. He rests his forehead against yours, one of his hands reaching up to touch your cheek. His thumb traces a line across your bottom lip. "So good for me," He murmurs, looking at you with what can only be considered wonder. "You ready to cum again?" He asks.

"Dabi, please." You moan and he doesn't bother keeping you waiting. His hand slides between you, delving into your folds to tease your clit. Immediately this pulls a high-pitched whine from you, your hips trying to rise to meet his touch.

His pace picks up, thrusting deeper into you as he rubs circles over your clit. It doesn't take long before you're gasping for him, heat blooming deep in your belly, your breaths becoming shorter. You pull him down to kiss you, moaning into his mouth as your orgasm crashes over you. He curses as you clench around him, his hips stuttering against yours. As you come down from your high, he reaches his, spilling his load inside you without a second thought.

When all is said and done, the pair of you kiss slowly, holding onto each other in the aftermath of great pleasure.

"You enjoy yourself, babydoll?" He asks, affection in his voice. You nod your head and hum a yes, spent from all the stimulation. You bask in the feeling of him still on top of you, peppering kisses along your face, your neck, telling you how well you did for your first time.

You bask in his praise, tired and sated. When the two of you stop kissing long enough to talk, you ask him: “Can you untie my hands now?” Earning a chuckle in response.

#dabi x reader #dabi x y/n #dabi x you #dabi #fat reader #fem!reader #cha writes a thing #oneshot #c: smut #c: bnha

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seagreenstardust · 9 months

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I’m gonna say something that’s probably not going to be well received in certain circles so let me start by saying this: I believe, with only a few rare exceptions, that you should be able to ship whatever speaks to you the most. And just because I don’t ship something doesn’t mean it’s wrong for anyone else to ship it, and the same for things I do ship, no one else has to ship it too. Who you do or don’t ship will never be a reason I pass judgment on you, ever. Live your best life.

That being said, I want to talk about Horikoshi and straight ships.

(And bakudeku.)

Here’s the thing: Hori has written straight ships into MHA and he’s done it so masterfully that it’s made me ship them without even realizing it. I don’t know if we can call them canon because as far as I know no ship is actually canon yet, but what is canon is the care Hori put into building these relationships.

Kirimina. Hori wrote in a backstory that parallels bkdk that I just adore. There is something about Kiri looking up to Mina and being so inspired by her bravery that it shapes the hero he becomes that is such good content. They’ve had multiple mid-battle moments of protecting and helping each other. I ship Kirimina so hard because of the canon Hori gave us.

I am a low key Denki/Hitoshi shipper but season six kinda hit me in the face with whatever we’re calling Kyouka/Denki these days and now I guess I’m a multi-shipper???? That is how hard Hori hit me with the Kyouka/Denki feels. And he did it the same way as Kirimina, because we have years of content of Kyouka teasing Denki mercilessly, plus the cultural festival band, so when they’re separated in Season 6 and Denki has this intense moment of realization that she’s who he needs to be brave for and it actually works??? I’m a goner.

Heck, I ship todomomo too you guys though I can’t blame Hori for that one, that’s just me being me. The point is that I ship it because the characters Hori gave me struck a chord inside.

But there is one straight ship Hori never once made me ship.

Every time izu*cha showed up I just kinda endured it? It just wasn’t for me. I didn’t see two kids with chemistry, I saw two kids who didn’t know who they were or what they wanted fumbling their way through a will they/won’t they without either of them seeming all that invested in it.

In six seasons and nearly 400 chapters and multiple times revisiting the story I have never once felt any inclination to ship izu*cha

Hori can write straight ships. Hori made me ship his secondary straight ships nearly effortlessly. So if izu*cha was meant to be canon why have I never once felt the chemistry?

You know who has the chemistry? Bakudeku. But here’s the thing: I wasn’t thinking about Katsuki as a possible love interest for Izuku the first time I watched the entire story. I honestly wasn’t paying much attention to him at all, he was everything I didn’t like on the surface so I more or less ignored him despite Izuku holding onto him for dear life. Katsuki never once colored my opinion of izu*cha, they did that all on their own.

It wasn’t until after my first watch through, when I was hungry for more and trolling around tumblr, that I realized people shipped Katsuki and Izuku and it was literally like something out of alignment popped into place in my head.

Oh. Duh. That’s the ship.

I went from zero to a million in a handful of seconds because the chemistry was there, the backstory was there, and boy are Izuku and Katsuki loud about how obsessed they are with each other. Just like Kirimina, just like Denki and Kyouka, Hori planted the seeds throughout the entire series so that when it was brought to my attention everything about the narrative and character development supported it.

And I have to take a moment to explain my dislike of Katsuki at first: I honestly fell for the surface-level interpretation of his character and then kinda wrote him off without much more thought. Which is insane to think about because you can’t really understand MHA without Katsuki, he is so integral to the story as a whole that any version of it without him is skewed so far out of alignment that it’s not even the same story anymore. But I just saw angry boy who yells for no reason and put Katsuki in a box and left it at that.

It wasn’t until I was willing to give his character a second look that I started understanding him, and more importantly, his relationship with Izuku. And it helped that when bkdk was presented to me as a ship that my brain understood immediately why it worked. The canon source material supports bkdk at every possible moment.

I really don’t think it does the same for izu*cha.

#bkdk #bakudeku #I’m being very deliberate about not including actual ship names for the one ship I’m arguing against here #because the shippers for that ship deserve to have their tag filled with positivity and I am not trying to rain on anyone’s parade #mainly I’m just word vomiting something I’ve been thinking a lot about while tumblr lurking #and I guess you could say that Hori doesn’t actually know how to write a solid romance and mistakes his way into it three separate times #but izu*cha reads to me like the token het ship for the main character that Hori doesn’t want to write but has to #there’s no care being put into it except how it highlights the other ships for the two characters #anyway #good for you if you made it this far in to my rambling #or maybe I’m sorry is the better thing to say 😂

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amethystina · 1 month

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Dear Amethystina,

How could you do this to me????? I think I'm going to perish. PERISH. You posted about Mad Dog and twinky Woo Do Hwan and??? How could I not watch it???? And now I've just finished episode 12.

And let me tell you. I have suffered. The PAIN of watching Jang Ha Ri (who I really want to like, mind you) and Kim Min Joon doing their stupid flirty thing. Maybe it's because I haven't finished the drama, but I feel like Ha Ri is being done dirty. And without even mentioning the surprisingly homoerotic bromance of said Kim Min Joon and Choi Kang Woo.

Since you are the reason I started watching Mad Dog in the 1st place (curse my similar taste), I'm ranting to you. I know you have no particular obligation to reply. :) But these are my thoughts, and I must tell them to someone because I don't know anyone else who watches this drama, and the tumblr tag for it is a vacuum. Let the rant commence.

How could the writers do this to Jang Ha Ri's character?? Maybe it's just bc I haven't gotten to that part yet, but she barely got any backstory, and I'm 3/4 of the way through this drama. Just a couple lines abt her father being saved by Kang Woo. And that's it. That's it! Even Cheetah got a friggin flashback. Even though he's a less significant character. (Pardon me, Cheetah, but it's true.) Since she has no backstory, her character feels rather ungrounded. We, the audience, don't really know who she is w/o the two main leads. With every other character, we know who they are on their own, because they got a rather thorough backstory.

But Jang Ha Ri has barely any, which I think is strange, since she's pretty important. Therefore, whenever I see her on screen, I just can't connect with her. In the beginning of the drama, I was like "wow, this is such a good setup for her character! i can't wait to see what the writers do with her". But now I'm 3/4 of the way through this drama, and she's got almost nothing. That causes me to feel like she's been shortchanged, and that her relationship with the other characters (especially Min Joon) is built on a foundation of sand. They told us abt her background, but they didn't show it, which kinda invalidates her relationships w/ other characters, because she's barely a character by herself. That's not to say that she doesn't have personality, but we don't understand her on her own, we can only access her thoughts when she's with the two male leads, or doing smth for them, etc.

She can't have a romantic relationship with someone else if the audience doesn't know who she is on her own. (Kinda like how, in real life, you have to know who you are and love yourself before you can love someone else.) That's why her and Min Joon's relationship feels so insincere, because in it she's basically just Min Joon's love interest. As you can tell, I'm a lil salty.

And on top of all that, Min Joon and Kang Woo have such promise as a couple!!!!! Kang Woo choked Min Joon up against a wall. (parallels to the Devil Judge) They were living together. For God's sake, Min Joon cooked Kang Woo a thank-you meal for caring enough about him to check on him when he was in trouble, for saving his life. How Min Joon looked so crushed when Kang Woo told him they weren't living together! And I can't even read any fanfics about it, since there's literally only 3 fanfics for their pairing on ao3! And none of them are written the way I think the characters should be written. So I may have to write a fanfic for them myself, since I need them to kiss.

For my ask, I request a few words of comfort involving Min Joon and Kang Woo. I would ask for a short lil drabble where they're happy together, but if that isn't smth you want to do, just pretend I never asked. Just say "They kissed and lived happily ever after. The end." Those words from you would bring me great happiness in my time of sorrow.

Ever your faithful reader,

Sofapup

(P.S. And btw 39 of WHTD was heartwrenching and I loved it sm and I cried why do you do this to me)

I'm sorry this took a little longer to answer than usual but when I got this ask, you were actually ahead of me in the drama since I've been putting it off for so long x'D So I had to wait until I had also finished episode 12, just in case there was some important information there that might influence my reply.

Also, I want to point out that I never actually told anyone to watch Mad Dog since I still haven't finished it myself. So you only have yourself to blame, my friend ;)

ANYHOW. Your feelings about Ha Ri mirror my own. She is done SO dirty. I was SO EXCITED when she first showed up because it seemed like she was going to be a really interesting character, but, pretty soon, I realised how wrong I was. I agree that they've given her almost no backstory whatsoever and so nothing she says or does feels truly anchored in anything. And she fluctuates wildly between confident badass and flustered damsel in distress in a way that's genuinely baffling to me.

Like, in episode 12 when she got chased into a dead-end by the baddie and everyone was freaking out — including her. But, like, my dudes. Did you all forget how she literally parkoured her way down a three-story building in episode 1? Her ability to climb and acrobat her way out of trouble has been firmly established. But now she can't even climb the pile of rubble in front of the one-story house she's caught next to? What the actual fuck is going on?

I am FURIOUS on her behalf.

And that is actually one of the reasons why I'm having trouble getting through this drama. That and the general inconsistent characterisation (not just Ha Ri), plus the shoehorned flirting. The general plot and setup of the drama are fine and I like quite a lot the characters and their relationships, but it's also forcing a lot of confusing and contradicting information in my face in a way that instantly makes my hackles rise. It feels almost clumsily unprofessional?

Like, don't get me wrong — I'm still enjoying most of this drama and I'm pretty sure I'll finish it — but dear LORD is the characterisation bad in some cases. At this point, I think I can say I'm pretty good at characters without that being taken as bragging, yeah? I have a pretty easy time pinning down their personalities, behaviour etc. etc. And when I can't it's usually a bad sign because, nine times out of ten, that means your characters are inconsistent. Either because the writer doesn't have a clear picture of who they are, or because they keep making the characters do things they usually wouldn't because they want to advance the plot (poor Ha Ri suffers from both, I'm afraid to say).

That's not to say that a character has to be predictable. Kang Yo Han is a good example of a character who was unpredictable enough that I couldn't say for sure I understood him until I had watched the whole thing. I needed all the information before I could form a clear picture. But, even then, he was consistent in his characterisation throughout the entire drama. To be honest, he's one of the most consistent characters I've ever seen, especially since, even on a rewatch, his actions don't change. You understand his motivations better, sure, but his actions are exactly the same and that, right there, is something I am in awe of. Even the impulsivity, recklessness, viciousness, sudden swings in direction — all of it was consistent in the end because his core personality and values were. Kang Yo Han is a marvellous character from a craft perspective.

But in Mad Dog? Shit's all over the place for the majority of the characters. The most solid ones are the bad guys since their core personality trait is "hilariously evil." Which might not be a very nuanced personality, but at least it's consistent. Almost everyone else has been forced to be out of character for convenient plot purposes at some point.

And the worst crimes by far are committed against Ha Ri and Min Joon in order to force their romance. Now, don't get me wrong — I LOVE romance and the actors have some pretty nice chemistry — but none of it really fits. Not with the rest of the story, the pacing of the rest of the story, the (small amount of) backstory we get for the two of them, the tone of the rest of the story, or the initial characterisation we were given. It feels like a literal case of "here is a male and a female of roughly the same age and now we need to make them kiss because heteronormativity" with no thought to how to actually make it believable. So they cram in cutesy and supposedly romantic scenes (often with Min Joon feeling a really confusing need to protect Ha Ri? Even if she could literally kick his ass? But because she's a woman he has to I guess?) that either happen out of the blue or just way too early in their relationship for it to be believable and it just annoys me so much.

I swear, after the car explosion thing in... can't remember the episode. But Kang Woo drags Min Joon out of the burning car, yeah? And Ha Ri shows up and FOR SOME GODDAMN REASON pulls the unconscious and clearly injured Min Joon into her arms? Ma'am. Girlfriend. Bestie. He's got a bleeding head injury — possibly also a neck injury. Maybe don't move him more than necessary? Also, isn't he a conman? As in, the type of person you claim to hate most because of your tragic past? Why are you suddenly pulling him into your arms like he's your injured boyfriend? He was fine just lying on the ground, I promise. This really isn't necessary.

And THEN you find out it's because she needed to get blood on her jacket so that Min Joon could get worried and ask her about it when he was at the hospital later and she could tell him she was fine because it was all his but ooooh loooook, he caaaares about her! Isn't that cuuuuuute?

Someone please put me out of my misery.

I legit had to pause the episode and just stare out into space for a couple of seconds when that happened because that's just SUCH TERRIBLE WRITING. I can do better than that and writing isn't even my job! It made NO sense for her to act the way she did and it honestly just made her look stupid. All for a clumsy attempt at furthering her romance with Min Joon? I am FUMING.

(Is the script forcing you to be stupid, Ha Ri? Blink twice if you need me to come save you)

And the forced romance between Ha Ri and Min Joon is only made more hilarious by how effortless his connection is with Kang Woo. It's more consistent with their characters, consistent with the overall pacing, and genuinely more interesting. And it just baffles me how completely off the mark the writer was since Kang Woo is getting all the important emotional scenes with Min Joon, not Ha Ri.

Like, the scenes where Min Joon is vulnerable and talking about his childhood and dead brother? Which would be great in order to build trust between him and Ha Ri? He's having all of those scenes with Kang Woo. Which I don't mind, of course (it's HILARIOUSLY gay) but that just proves that the romance between Min Joon and Ha Ri was an afterthought and the build-up of it was just slapped on without much thought to the characters. It's romance for the romance's sake. Because the actual building of a relationship, sharing of emotions, of grief and painful memories? Min Joon doesn't do that nearly enough with Ha Ri to make the romance stick, especially due to the aforementioned problem with her having too little backstory and firm ground to stand on. He honestly has more connection, more in common, AND more chemistry with Kang Woo.

So, long story short, I feel your pain. Ha Ri is being treated so, so unfairly and it makes me so angry. But, on the other hand, I find the gay romance brewing between Kang Woo and Min Joon absolutely amazing. And, to my surprise, I might just have to retract my earlier statement about the writer not having any idea about how gay this is. Because I actually went to check who the screenwriter was and turns out it's the same woman who worked on Beyond Evil. Which I have not seen but reports tell me it's hella gay. So, tbh, the gay might not be as unintentional as I first thought?

Like, I obviously don't know this woman but it would be HILARIOUS if she's just sneaking gay shit into her shows and subtly sabotaging the straight romances by making them this shitty. I know we're reaching conspiracy theory levels here but I would definitely do that if I were her.

Thank you for your service, ma'am.

(Too bad you write such shitty female characters, at least in this drama)

Anyway. I'm genuinely confused by the tone of Mad Dog because they play it very straight (pun intended). I mean, looking at The Devil Judge I think it's pretty clear that there's a cheeky little undertone of "we know what we're doing but we're not going to say outright what it is — if you know, you know ;)" But in Mad Dog? They don't even really address the fact that Kang Woo and Min Joon have all the deep, emotional scenes while Min Joon and Ha Ri only get cringey and clumsy "romantic" scenes. But Min Joon and Ha Ri is the endgame?

While Kang Woo is probably meant to become a substitute older brother to Min Joon or something? But I really question why they had that whole "whoops, Min Joon accidentally impersonated Kang Woo's wife there for a second" plotline in that case. Man, I was laughing so hard x'D Like, Kang Woo outright says that Min Joon is the first person to cook for him and share a meal with him in that apartment since his wife died.

Sir. I... don't think you realise how unintentionally gay that sounds.

(But maybe your writer does. I'm keeping my eyes on you, ma'am)

Because if Min Joon had been a woman? That admission would have been taken as a hint of something romantic possibly brewing between them. Not necessarily that Min Joon was taking Kang Woo's wife's place, but stepping up as the next candidate, at the very least. And I find that absolutely HILARIOUS.

Okay, this is getting really, really long. As you can see, I also have A LOT of thoughts on Mad Dog x'D But also, as mentioned, I haven't finished it yet and if I ever were to write anything (which I honestly can't promise since it depends on how the drama ends and what my (already packed) schedule looks like) it wouldn't be able to until I have. But trust me when I say that I am quite intrigued to see where this goes — even if it means I have to suffer through the shoehorned flirting between Min Joon and Ha Ri.

(For the record, I am ANNOYED by how much I dislike those scenes. I WANT to like their romance! But it just feels so, so incredibly clumsy and forced and I, unfortunately, have standards. So it's a no from me so far)

Also, fun fact: I started Mad Dog as a palette cleanser after a lot of gay romance dramas, wanting something different. And, I mean, a story about life insurance fraud can't be gay, can it? So I went in with the best and purest intentions.

But then I started watching and somewhere around the point where Kang Woo slams Min Joon up against a wall for the first time I just put my head in my hands. Because I could see where this was going.

And then I made the mistake of looking up the poster for the drama and, I swear, I was beginning to have war flashbacks.

That's not gay at all.

And this isn't even the first time this has happened to me

Or even the second, third, fourth, or fifth. I think I'm up to seven or something? At this point, there's a joke amongst my friends that I have a gaydar meant specifically to locate gay dramas that aren't actually gay dramas — especially when I'm not actually looking for them.

It's a weird superpower to have, but there you go.

ANYHOW. Yes. Good luck with finishing this drama, I guess? I'll try to do the same but, considering my current pace, I can't say when I will. It's a bit of a drag sometimes, not going to lie. But I do like the plot and characters enough to want to see through to the end.

Also, I'm so glad you liked chapter 39 of Who Holds the Devil! Thank you! Now take care, darling 💜

#Amethystina Replies #Sofapup #Mad Dog #I know it sounds like I don't like the drama #But I do #I'm just annoyed with a lot of the smaller nuances #Which do make the experience less than ideal #But it's not so bad that I want to stop #I'm still invested in all the characters #Ha Ri included #But man #My girl is made SO dirty #And don't get me started on Cha Hong Joo #Now THAT'S a terribly written character #I feel so bad for the actress #I think this woman just don't know how to write women #Which is a depressing thing to have to say

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gwinamwhxre · 2 years

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hellooo, if you’d like to request any angst/fluff/smut with any of these characters, I’d love to write! also provided the links to anything i’ve already written about the characters

also, if you enjoy my writing, my wattpad is suhyeokslvr, I’m currently writing a yoon gwi-nam fic (from all of us are dead) :)

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all of us are dead

- gwi-nam

let me (smut)

- cheong-san

- su-hyeok

- gyeong-su

sweet home

- hyun-su

rather me than you

to take the pain away from you (smut)

- eun-hyuk

- eun-yoo

- jae-heon x ji-su

- sang-wook

- wooi-myung

alice in borderland

- arisu

- chishiya

all for nothing (smut)

- karube

- kuina

- kyuma

alchemy of souls

- jang-uk

- jang-uk x mudeok

- seo yul

- dang-gu (no smut he’s too bby)

#all of us are dead #gwi nam #gwi nam x reader #lee cheong san #su hyeok #sweet home #cha hyunsu #hyunsu x reader #eunhyuk #stranger things #billy hargrove #steve harrington #001 stranger things #smut #angst #fluff #writing

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wizardnuke · 3 months

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you can take the caleb out of the volstrucker program but you can't take the volstrucker program out of the caleb.the point of it all

#ill write the whole thing later. gotta do that assignmence. but for now #he is never getting away from it. he never really meant to . professor at soltryce ffucking academy? are you kidding mee?#caleb handshake beau. willingly walking into the organizations that hurt them . it's kind of different for them . but kind of not because.#well. soltryce/the assembly fucked caleb up real bad. the cobalt soul should never have taken beau and it took a long time for her to #get support/have those wrongs righted. not the same scale but like. waagh . you know. anyway. the way that they knew that they #were never getting out of there and getting out was never the point.hhhbbbh. the other meta isnt fully about that . the other meta is #campaign era caleb behavior and volstrucker behaviors. different but not. he is never getting out and he never meant to #caleb weaponizing his training both against the assembly and essek. beau weaponizing her training against the cobalt soul (via rightfully #speaking out abt the circumstances that brought her there) and using that Search For Justice to rightfully call people out. and quietly #gather info . which caleb also does.#fjord the charismatic (persuasive and friendly) face of the party and caleb who knows how to play a part and beau who knows how to #keep watch. and remember.#charisma stats r craazy . beau's is lower than i thought but it's a wis thing actually . the way wis and cha are intertwined from an rp #standpoint.. the way those three bounce off each other but also like specifically beau and caleb the dynamic duo

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giiants · 1 year

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so i am a wee bit of a joke and fell into a really weird pit of real-life and tumblr stuff and vanished off the face of the earth again and did that thing where i felt too guilty to even reply to people's messages so, yeah. i'm really sorry to everyone who has been very kindly sending messages to enquire as to how i was doing, please know that even if i did not reply, they have been very much appreciated, and i'll be gently dipping my toes back into discord and all the things! i've done that thing where i got overwhelmed by all the things (real life, a new interest, nonsensical guilt of not being here escalating into social anxiety, thanks brain) and did not handle the overwhelm adequately 8)

but recently i found out one of my phd colleagues was HUGE into haikyuu so we started rewatching the series together and fanboying over the boys together, and i think it's helping rekindle the flame of writing, so... if you're still around and not tired of my shenanigans yet, here's attempt 3 at getting back into writing for this rpc!

i think i'll make some changes by 1. reducing the muse list drastically to start with, focus on a handful of muses, and re-expand it if i can handle that already, and 2. rejig some backstories for some much-needed fresh start vibe (i think part of my difficulty writing was that after doing so much on pridewon, there's only so much you can expand on in a slice of life setting, u know, i didn't know how to not be repetitive aymore).

i need to go back to marking essays now but you're still here and decide to still follow despite my nonsense, here's a smooch for you on the fore of your head <3

#ooc / cha #yes cha post when everyone is asleep why don't you fvbdf #this is a clumsy and very condensed version of all the things i wanted to say but most of it is unncessary bhj #i don't expect anyone to stick around if you would prefer to follow more reliable writing and plotting partners/friends so no hard feelings #if you prefer to call it a day!#okay i really need to go back to work vdbhv mwah on you all

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bijoumikhawal · 8 days

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ughhhh

#cipher talk #Saw a post mocking both mcr fans and swifties and someone commented #'Didn't that guy from mcr write the antisemitic parts of umbrella academy'#Girl you can just dislike mcr without repeating half remembered nonsense #Way wrote the original comic and the things some people found antisemitic are show original #Which he did not write. He's a producer iirc because they wrote the comic #And I don't even agree that I think the show is antisemitic. If it was Hazel and Cha Cha would be Jewish coded #I don't even think the Director counts as being Jewish coded tbh #She uses one Yiddish phrase and owns the pistol Hitler killed himself with. That's not enough to claim she was Jewish coded #Especially with malicious intent

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signoraviolettavalery · 7 months

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also important fact: vampire!Bojan from the arranged marriage AU is 100% a Eurovision fan

#this is a thing we are writing into the story #there's no going back from this #vampire!bojan #he totally loves cha cha cha #probably

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heytheredeann · 7 months

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Fic stats meme

I was tagged by @cha-melodius and @thetamehistorian, thank you! I'm curious to see the answers to these tbh looool

Rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

Most hits: Stretch (Buck/Eddie, 911)

Buck and Christopher don’t get separated during the tsunami. Eddie loses about ten years of his life in one day.

Knew the answer to this one LOOOL, it's just a little canon divergence set during 3x02, I still get comments on this pretty often actually, I'm happy it resonated so much! Though I did write it four years ago, so I don't dare re-reading it because I would most likely want to rewrite the whole thing loooool

Second most kudos: Everywhere I'm looking now, I'm surrounded by your embrace (Mike/Harvey, Suits)

Over the years, he became pretty good at dealing with the bond, keeping his soulmate’s emotions at bay just as well as his own, but today he’s in a terrible mood because of Jessica’s request to find himself an associate when there doesn’t seem to be a decent candidate out there and he’s having to deal with this crippling anxiety pushing from the back of his mind. He’s tried calming them both down the way he usually does when his soulmate is freaking out about something, but nothing seems to be working and he’s not sure if it’s because his own bad mood is getting in the way or whatever is happening is the end of the world for the guy.

Soulmates AU, from FIVE years ago, oh boy looool. I remember that I just really liked the idea of the whole "feeling what the other is feeling" soulmates AU, still kinda do, I enjoy that type of magical bond, though I have never really been much into the concept of soulmates itself.

Third most comments: Concession (Geralt/Jaskier, The Witcher)

Geralt not-so-secretly loves being the little spoon. Cuddling Without Plot.

I skipped a collection to count for this, because that's a bunch of stories together, and this is what came up! I had kinda forgotten I had written this LOOOOL, but it's just Geralt getting cuddles, which is always good and necessary.

Fourth most bookmarks: I held you hand as you shook in the middle of the night (Geralt/Jaskier, The Witcher)

Five times Jaskier snuggles up with Geralt, and one time Geralt seeks him out instead.

STILL cuddles for Geralt, I'm seeing a pattern here folks LOOOOL

Fifth most words: Stumbling (Napoleon/Illya/Gaby, TMFU)

First things first, they need to find Illya.

Finally something more recent LOOOL. This was a TMFU Exchange fic for @huggiebird, just whumping Illya like there's no tomorrow, as you do loooool

Least words: Proof of life (Geralt/Yennefer, The Witcher)

“It’s okay,” he says, only moments after waking up from his light sleep. “It’s okay, I’m okay. Go back to sleep.”

Tiny 271 words fic about Geralt comforting Yennefer, because I love them <3

#this was fun #i like that this version does the second third fourth etc thing #that way the answer is less likely to always be the same fic #ANYWAY unsurprisingly my most popular fics are from those times when i happened to want to write something popular loooool #ely has shit to say #not spn #tag game #writing is hard #cha-melodius #thetamehistorian

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grimmshood · 7 months

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skz comeback in november.........bitches stop coming for my wallet

#good thing i dont really collect them any more (lying through my teeth)#still my ults though so im keeping tabs on it #ill provbably wait to get it like i did s class #their album packaging has been dookie lately so if it gets better i might change my mind #also depends on the songs....... praying chan gets better at writing english rap lyrics or stops because i cant do another 3r*cha #txt

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mongooseblues · 2 years

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The Fall of the Persian Empire

Observations from the Random Access Horny Memories of Ayush Pujari — II

This works as a standalone but read the first observation here if you’d like! Ayush is pronounced ī-yoosh. This one is written more as in-the-moment experience than later-recounted-memory bc I don’t like writing in past tense <3

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The plan, originally, like originally originally, when the three of them dispersed over the east coast to their respective colleges, was that they’d get together to play AOE2 online every weekend, and it was, of course, adorably naive of them. The plan amended itself more than once as they each began their lives without each other, as the realities of new friends and internships, of hangovers and essay deadlines, dwindled down the frequency to a more sensible, reality-wary, ‘every so often whenever they all had time.’

Caliph promptly got incredibly busy when he transferred to Oregon to start a new major two years late, and any suspicions Ayush and Naveen had about whether or not he was legitimately too busy or just didn’t feel like hanging out were dissolved when Caliph very casually graduated from U of O in two years time with a double major.

In any event, he’s been free again, and remembering how to play. Not quite back on Ayush or Naveen’s level yet, but a capable player.

So it catches Ayush’s attention, how far behind Caliph is, when he glances at the corner of the screen after several minutes to notice Caliph hasn’t even clicked up yet.

“Bhai, how are you still in the dark age, what’s going on?”

“I’m starting off on a terrible foot here,” he laughs. “I’m using my roommate’s computer, snf! and his monitor and keyboard is—honestly his whole desk is—covered in dust, I’m discovering.”

“Oh no!”

Oh… oh fuck. Dust has always made Caliph kinda sniffly but it’s not something Ayush ever really paid much attention before that summer, because it was before he was entertaining any interest in Caliph. Now he finds himself exceptionally interested.

“Yeah yeah, the old ‘my roommate’s desktop is covered in dust’ excuse,” Ayush says, impressing himself with his normalcy.

Caliph laughs and it mingles with an allergic-sounding cough. “Yeah well admittedly I also forgot to put enough villagers on wood production, snff!”

“Classic.”

A couple more agitated sounding sniffles and then an offhanded proclamation, “God I’m probably gonna start sneezing up a storm in a minute here.”

Ayush mentally bluescreens and forgets what he was doing for a moment, as this may in fact be the hottest innocuous sentence he’s ever heard Caliph speak, and it makes every sniffle take on new intrigue worthy of unreasonably rapt attention.

Caliph sniffles through resource gathering and upgrades and jokes and a bit of an argument over whether or not it was very cool of Ayush to go so far as actually walling off a particular cluster of gold mines for his civ alone, and whether or not the rule of capture is a fair argument if divorced from the condition of land ownership, and whether or not it was appropriate for Naveen to then have a couple men-at-arms have a go at said wall.

Meanwhile there seems to be an invisible unspooled thread reaching from Caliph’s agitated sinuses in D.C. all the way to Ayush’s groin in Boston such that every fucking time Caliph sniffles, the thread tightens and they become viscerally connected.

Ayush is not annoyed by Caliph so much as he is by the tension inherent in the constant thread-tightening, but when he does notice something to be annoyed at Caliph about, it’s almost a viable excuse to air the frustration, to direct it somewhere other than his own body.

Caliph is often accused of playing AOE like a pacifist. There’s a certain sentimentality to his play style, in constantly avoiding the loss of any units at any cost. It was just a tendency he had, to shy away from conflict — which is all well and good but not when you’re playing a game whose entire point is victory by conquest.

“Caliph, I hope you know we’re not playing Gandhi style. You do need to actually, you know, build a military.”

“I have one! I just upgraded to knights, snf! thank you very much, snffh!”

“Oh, I guess I didn’t see your stable.”

“Sta-bles, actually, snff! I even have three of them.”

“Oooh well would you look at who learned to stop worrying and love the bomb,” Ayush praises, in lieu of an apology for accusing him of nonviolence.

“In that case could you send some of your knights over here? …Caliph?”

And then… both Ayush’s focus and his frustration fall completely away, ears perking at his favorite sound, which, on this occasion, is a stunningly resonant, borderline melodramatic, somehow mellifluous;

“AYYIIHHHoo!”

Oh?

“Oh,” Naveen laughs.

And bless his goddamn heart, one doesn’t seem to be enough for Caliph. The next two each start off harsh and yet finish with a last syllable that strikes Ayush as an attempted return to a more appropriate speaking volume. Pointedly quiet exhales, exerting meager control over the only part of the equation he is able to modify. It’s almost sort of sweet.

“AIISSSue! Hh! iih’IIHKSSSyue-h! Oh my goodness excuse me,” Caliph laughs. “Yeah here, snf! you can have my whole modest little cavalry.”

Oh my goodness excuse me. Ayush has to literally bite his hand to keep from making noise.

“I don’t need them all, just—well how many do you have?”

“Um, snffh! Lemme… hh… checkhangon—”

A series of fluttery breaths, each beautifully audible and Ayush has turned the volume on his phone all the way up and he knows this but still he presses the volume up button again just in case he can experience this any more. He has six idle villagers right now and he’s stalled on housing and he takes this game seriously but none of it matters at all because Caliph, holy shit.

It’s slightly muffled but not enough to quiet him any, and so emphatic it almost just sounds like he’s shouting, or like the sound is being tugged from him and yanked harder at the apex of a syllable break.

“iihhh’YISSHH-hoo!”

Naveen says, “Gawwwd bless you.”

“Hhwhy thank you.”

Ayush joins into their laughter but truly he’s functioning on autopilot right now and the Byzantine civilization is paying the price.

“Okay but give me your fucking horses already, pony up. Pony me up,” Naveen says.

Caliph chuckles, sniffles a number of times and says, “Alright alright, they’re on their way.”

“Ayush where did you go?”

Fucking nirvana.

“Uhh, fending off a quick skirmish from red,” he lies. “S’all good.”

“Do your parents say bless you?” Naveen asks. “Mine don’t.”

Ayush manages to pipe in, “Nooo, I just apologize.”

“Same here,” Caliph says, imitating a timid, “‘Kshama karen!’”

Naveen adopts a terrified voice and says, “‘Sorry Babaji! Sorry Maaji!’”

Ayush laughs loudest.

“I remember… I don’t recall what grade but it must have only been a year or so after we moved here, one of my teachers enforced it as a politeness thing,” Naveen says. “‘What do we say when someone sneezes?’ And I’m there like ‘I have absolutely no idea.’”

Caliph chuckles. “I like saying it to people, I think it’s nice.”

“It is nice!” Naveen agrees.

“Actually I remember one time my father was sick and I kept saying bless you and he told me to stop, he was like,” — Caliph adopts his father’s voice and accent, both pretty effectively — “‘Bless you bless you bless you, who taught you this??’ And I guess I was feeling defiant because I said ‘America’…”

They laugh as he continues, “And he did not like that.”

And while Caliph’s delivery is amusing, Ayush finds the sentiment itself rather sad, thinking of young Caliph cowering under his father, because he remembers young Caliph cowering under his father.

So he’s saying what he wants to under the guise of sarcasm. “Answering a rhetorical question in good faith, Caliph, you absolute disgrace.”

Caliph laughs, the sound this time devoid of allergy symptoms and yet apparently still capable of dealing Ayush physical consequences. “Could I borrow some stone from one of you, by the way?”

“Yeah here, three hundred pity stone for Persia.”

“Thank you, I’m really struggling hhere…” he says, trailing off for a moment with two barely perceptible, staccato pants but then seeming to fight it off for the time being. “Oi, this dust is taking me down.”

“The entire Persian empire brought to a grinding halt on account of dust.”

“Truly,” he coughs.

“Oh, what happened to your monks by the way? Didn’t you have a few?”

“I think they’re uhh, snf! they were somewhere around here... I’ve misplaced my army,” he sniffles. “Sorry, my eyes are watering so badly right now that I can’t really make out the map, sxff! Tears are like streaming down my face, I’m crying my contacts out.” He laughs, very briefly, and then his breath catches yet again and Ayush makes an involuntary sound and decides to just mute himself for the moment.

And it’s a good thing he does because he can’t be expected not to react when Caliph loses himself enough to get dramatic about it—gasping in a pitchy inhale and then succumbing to a vicious series of sneezes and emphasizing each one more than the last like he could scratch the itch with his voice alone.

“h’JIISSHue! Hh-! JISSHHzue! hihd’IIZSHHyue?! …ZJIIISHHHyiuu!”

Ayush can only stare absently at his own unmoving cursor, hovering over a dropdown menu that he, presumably, clicked for a purpose that now escapes him.

“Bless—”

Caliph’s concluding remark soars into a pitch Ayush didn’t know he was capable of reaching; a dizzied, breathless, “Hhuh-JIIHHOOO!”

Ayush and Naveen duet a heartfelt, “Bless you,” during which Ayush realizes he’s still muted, so he unmutes and says it again.

“Thank you, snfff! Jesus, snf!” he says, sounding truly winded.

“Caliph, buddy…”

Ayush is rarely into nose blowing sight unseen but under the right circumstances he can be and these must be the right circumstances because he feels himself swelling even at the sound, and it’s an effort to keep his voice light as he asks, “Are you okay?”

“Uh huh,” Caliph manages, not terribly convincingly and between furious sniffles.

“Can you breathe?”

He laughs, coughs, says, “Sort of.”

“Caliph is having technical difficulties.”

“Sorry, my nh-hh-nose is-hH? AyyyYIISSHHoo! My nose is staging a mutiny, snffh!”

Ayush wants to say something but gets distracted by Caliph’s current inability to properly enunciate the word mutiny, because that sounded much closer to ‘butiny’ and it’s doing things to him.

“Bless you, damn,” Naveen says.

“Oh my goodness, snff! I’m not sure if h! if I-hH! HHAIYYYSSHHHOO!”

A strangled struggle of a sneeze that sounds like it catches in several consecutive places along Caliph’s throat, and desire crashes so hard over Ayush that he has to close his eyes for a moment. God, he’d literally awoken yesterday morning with his toes tangled in the underwear of a casual hookup without batting an eye and yet here he is rendered nonfunctional by nothing more than a loud series of syllables. A sneeze he didn’t even see.

“Bless you,” Ayush says, a couple seconds late, his tone of voice, perhaps, overly casual to overcompensate for how overexcited certain parts of his body feel at the moment.

“Thank you, wow, snffffh! Okay friends yeah, I’m not sure if I can keep playing like this and I’m of no use to the cause right now, snff! I think I have to get out of this room, snf! unfortunately, snfff! I’m so sorry guys.”

Nooo bhai, please don’t go, he thinks.

“Yeah bhai, go get some fresh air,” he says.

“Seriously, we’ve lost enough good men today.”

He apologizes again. They make plans to try to play next weekend, loosely aim towards a time of day they might all be free. And after some more silly about-to-get-off-the-phone conversation (“Well, GG.” “Not especially. GG dust, maybe.” “Yes, good game, dust.”), Caliph bids them a sniffly goodbye. Then he surrenders, officially, and the little message flashes across the screen.

‘HowNowCalChow has resigned’

“RIP Caliph,” Naveen says.

Ayush, nearly bloated with lust and feeling absurd, looks over his neglected economy in the wake of what just went down. An invading band of red’s knights have taken his lapse as opportunity and are currently burning several of his farms, but for a few more seconds, all Ayush can do is grin to himself like an idiot.

#mongoose writes sometimes #Cal #Cal/Ayush #Cal’s screenname implies a mispronunciation of his surname which jsyk is actually pronounced like CHA-du’ree #this was disregarded by Cal for the sake of the rhyme #It occurs to me I’ve mentioned Naveen’s name in literally *three* other fics and yet never introduced him #here he is now though! He’s a sweetheart #Naveen’s screenname is betaji and I’ve taken to calling the trio #the betajis #which I can explain if necessary #I play this game with my brothers and I just feel like Cal & Ayush & Naveen would play it #despite the fact that I’ve logged at least 100 hours on AOE I am personally not very good at it #But the betajis are so I had approx a dozen tabs of the wiki open as I wrote this #So I could think about things that of course do not come up in a snzfic #fucked up the timeline by a year and had to change wording here lol #Cal as Caliph #Ayush #Naveen

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chachamaru-s · 2 years

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go the fuck to sleep

iguro obanai x gn!reader tags: modern au, established relationship, fluff word count: 753 a/n: this was spawned from a conversation in my demon slayer server. its just short and fluffy

It's not uncommon for sleep to elude you. With the hustle and bustle of daily life, sometimes night time seems to be the only time you can find a moment of peace to yourself, to unpack the day and unwind. You envy your partner's ability to be asleep by ten, but that's never been you. You were meant for long nights, for staying up until the sun rose and sleeping into the day. The problem was, you are a functional adult now with a job and obligations. Sleeping the day away was implausible, so more often than not, you endured the day with tired eyes and a foggy mind.

Next to you, Obanai is asleep, burrowed under the covers as the fan pointed directly on him blows on high. You resent that you can rarely ever see him when he sleeps, but the lump in the blankets that is his body is a comfort to you all on its own. You smile at his silhouette, pulling the blanket back enough to see the top of his head. His face is buried in the pillow, the sounds of his breathing and soft snores muffled there. Dropping the blanket back over his head, you turn your attention back to your phone.

It's all mindless scrolling. You have your social media of choice open, catching up on what was posted throughout the day. It was a bad habit, you knew, to use the phone right before trying to sleep but you felt like if you didn't take these late nights to catch up, then you'd be left behind. There would be time to examine this at a later date - for the moment you were content to laugh at some memes on your feed, careful not to be too loud lest you wake Obanai up.

He was always super grumpy when he first woke up (it was adorable, but you didn't want to interrupt his sleep - just because your schedule was out of whack didn't mean you had to make his so, too.)

You really ought to go to sleep and you look to Obanai's side of the bed with the thought of worming your way into his embrace and trying to get some before you wake up the next morning and regret it. A little voice in your head that sounds surprisingly like him is telling you to bite the bullet and go the fuck to sleep. You ignore it and scroll further through your feed, soaking up every second of spare time you can before your eyes feel too heavy to keep at it.

You're chuckling to yourself when you hear rustling from beside you, followed by a groan, and you know all your efforts to keep Obanai from waking were for naught. Poking his head out from under the covers, he looks at you with his eyes narrowed from sleep, the scars on his face pulling from the scowl he's wearing. He looks ridiculously adorable, hair mussed from sleep, mismatched eyes zeroing in on your phone.

"Sorry. Did I wake you?" You ask, earning only another grunt in response.

"Get off your phone. Go to sleep." He says shortly, a tone of irritation to his voice. He's always getting on you about your horrible sleeping habits, and tonight is no different.

"Just a few more minutes." You reply and he instantly looks unimpressed. You expect him to argue, but he takes it a step further and snatches your phone from your hand, setting it on his bedside table next to his own.

"Hey!" You whine, to which you earn another look. He's very good at making you feel like you did something wrong, but part of you just wants to pout at him.

Stretching his arm arm out, he looks at you expectantly. "Lay down." His voice is somehow soft and firm at the same time, quiet but leaving no room for argument. Sighing, you scoot down under the covers and lay down against him.

You peck his lips real quick before settling down with your head on his chest, ear right over his heart listening to the steady rhythm of it beating. It's a soothing sound, and you close your eyes and count each thump you hear.

"I love you." You say on a yawn, sleepiness suddenly encircling you the same way his arm is. You can tell that he's already falling back asleep by the way he hums in response.

"Love you too. Now go the fuck to sleep." And you do.

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