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K I've been thinking about this for like a week now. Ignoring any immortal headcanons if you have them. Knuckles knows he's not going to be able to guard the Master Emerald forever and that probably troubles him, but, if he was dying do you think he'd ask Sonic to guard it? He's the person with a unique connection to Chaos and the Chaos Emeralds and he's basically chosen one the most specialest guy, and one of the few people Knuckles could trust with that duty.
Of course I think Sonic would say no. I think he'd never be able to do that and he wouldn't want to.
#lmao i think even if Knuckles was on his fucking deathbed Sonic would say no#like sure he's got a sense of duty but guarding the me would be absolute hell for him#and he's never really acknowledged if he even gets just how important Knuckles' job is#sure he gets some of it but he doesn't really care that much beyond knuckles cares deeply for SOME reason#and im not saying that as something negative i actually think good for him you know#bad for knux cause he'd be fucking tormented by that#it also makes me think about the conflict people like to write between them in forces fanfics#where knuckles didn't take care of tails enough and sonic gets pissed at him i think this is a great parallel#like i know a kid and a big magic rock aren't objectively the same thing but if you think about how it much it matters to knuckles#especially that it matters to him more than that too because it's literally his entire life#not giving the ME and knuckles' duty the acknowledgement it deserves is like saying he's wasted his life for nothing#ouough okay#sorry im in such knuckles angst mood rn pl if you have thoughts respond idk if im imagining all of this correctly gnjhgcsddgu#gimme some fuckin drama
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Bioshock Splicer Starters
Assortment of dialogue taken from the a from two types of Splicers in the first Bioshock game; Baby Jane and the Breadwinner
Other Bioshock Splicer starters: TBA [Dr. Grossman & Lady Smith] [Pigskin & Rosebud] [Toasty & Waders]
Baby Jane
Get away from my face! Not on my face!"
"Oh! Oh, God damn it!"
"Look at yourself! And you would do it too!"
"Talentless?! BORING?!"
"You don't deserve this!"
"I'm a star, not you!"
"You're jealous, jealous!"
"Why did you cut me?! Why?!"
"You did this to me! You!"
"I deserve it, you fuck!"
"Give me the part, you bastard!"
"Off. My. Stage! GET OFF!"
"Stop ogling me!"
"You're making me lose my place! STOP IT!"
"No, it's not perfect, AGAIN!"
"He's standing in the wrong place!"
"Get your FAT. HANDS. AWAY FROM ME!"
"Just say something, goddammit!"
"What's that? Is it him?!"
"I smell something nasty."
"Is that someone naughty?"
"Honey? Is that you…?"
"I heard that!"
"It hurts, it hurts…"
"Why did you…?"
"I'm sorry… We can do it together!"
"DARLING! I'M HOME EARLY!"
"I don't- I don't wanna- I don't wanna hear this… I- [Whimpering] I don't want to hear this…"
"Pretend you're not interested. They like that."
"Have it your way, you sleaze!"
"Well, that was good drama."
"Get a girl all bothered… for NOTHIN'!"
"That gets a girl's blood flowing."
"I'll be better next time! Please?! Don't go!"
"When we do meet, it's gonna be so nasty!"
"He's gone! They always leave…"
"When I murder you I'm gonna put your body in a dress!"
"My god, there's so much blood!"
"Aw, Jesus, what did you do to me?!"
"I'm NOT. DEALING WITH THIS!"
"No… No No No. Wha- What's- What's that? Oh, no no, no…"
"In the theater, a woman gets used to attention."
"She was up for the part as well, but then they found her in a salt pond."
"I was gonna be famous… now look at this dump!"
"Who needs to make it on Broadway? When you can make it here."
"What's the matter with me…? I'm pretty enough!"
"Hey fella'! Don't 'cha wanna take a walk with me?"
"Come on, baby! You told me you was gonna take care of me! Were you lying…?"
"I used to be beautiful. What happened to me?!"
"Why are you making this so hard for me?!"
"C'mere and say that to my face, you slimey bastard!"
"You wanna play with me?"
"Hello? Did you come to talk to me?"
"I can be nice if I want to…"
"Next time, work on your timing."
"Oh, and we were just getting to the best bit!"
"Tell me you love me! Go on, say it!"
"Just pretend, you imbecile!"
"You ruined me!"
"No one touches me! No one!"
"You won't touch me again!"
"Someone shou- should do this for me, someone should be doing this for me!"
Breadwinner
"Get out of my territory!"
"Amateur! Fuckin' amateur!"
"I'm top dog, you shit!"
"GET OUTA MY FUCKIN' OFFICE!"
"You come to my town?! To MY TOWN?!"
"You're a nobody! Nobody!"
"Who the hell is that?"
"Yeah? Well, you're fired! Ya got that?"
"I was right, I tell ya. I was right, god damn it."
"Come on. Gimme a break!"
"Come on. Just let me explain, will ya?"
"I'm too busy for this shit."
"Waste of my goddamn time."
"This isn't makin' me time OR money!"
"Goddammit, I'm bleeding!"
"Ahh. Ahh yeah, finally some service! Woo!"
"What happened to this thing?"
"Ha, it's my lucky day!"
"She should not have come here."
"Ah, a man can start a business down here, yeah. Now now, it's- it's not too late. I'll get to it."
"It's just a bad quarter. Naw, that's all. Yeah, market'll come back, huh? Yeah! Everything'll be fine. Yeah, it'll all be fine… Augh."
"I just gotta wait out the down cycle. I'm a success… I'm a fuckin' success!"
"I ain't afraid of failure… cause I ain'ts gonna fail!"
"These assholes don't get it. I'm a winner!"
"Came here to get rich… ain't gonna leave 'till I do!"
"Came down here with a dream… That dream's gonna happen."
"Aw, come on… they're gonna kill me if I lose you!"
"That's it? We're done?"
"You think that I'm dumb? Sure, sure, why not? You keep on thinkin' that."
"You think I wouldn't notice if you just waltzed in here? Huh?"
"I'll tell you what: I'll pay you to stay alive next time. How's that for a deal, you shit head."
"I earned this! Me!"
"You give it to me, you hear?"
"Just open your mouth."
"Ah, whose fault is this?"
"Look at this dump! Nothing left but nothing!"
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I saw the below prompt and could easily imagine Aelin running a black market of printing services and I would love to see what kind of favors she’d take from a certain buzzard who is pressed for time.. especially if they’ve maybe been secretly pining after one another this whole time? 👀
Prompt: You’re the only one in our college dorm building that owns a printer so you run a black market of printing services for favors/money/food/etc. I don’t have time to walk twenty minutes across campus to the library, please help me.
Congrats on 500!
ANON DID YOU READ MY MIND????
Okay so.....this is actually real-life me at my college 🤣🤣🤣 I own a desktop printer so I don't have to use the campus printing service all the time and half the people in my building want to use it. Naturally I charge a fee--either money or food or coffee, i'm not picky lol. Anyway this is literally me in real life except for the secretly pining part bc i'm very very single and I adore this prompt, thank you so so much 😁
Here you go!!
Word count: 870
Warnings: maybe some swearing
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"Hey, Galathynius! Do me a solid?"
Aelin glanced over her shoulder to find Fenrys jogging after her, catching up to her before they made it to the dorm building they both lived in. "What do you want, Moonie?"
The blonde huffed a dramatic sigh. "First of all, stop calling me that, you know it doesn't fit my mature persona." Aelin snorted so hard she almost coughed. Fen just rolled his eyes. "Secondlyyyy," he groaned dramatically, "I need to print a paper. Lemme use your printer? Pretty pretty please?" He widened his big brown eyes irresistibly.
"Your sad puppy face isn't gonna get you free printing, Moonie," Aelin drawled. "A dollar a page, or $30 flat if it's more than 20 pages."
"Highway robbery!" he gasped.
She rolled her eyes. "It's the same price I've always charged and you know it."
"Ugh, fiiiiine," he grumbled. "Unless...how about I cover your coffee for the next week?"
"Hmm." She pretended to seriously think about it, knowing full well that she'd accept. Who was Aelin Galathynius to turn down free coffee, especially when she spent somewhere around 40 dollars a week on her precious caffeine. "All right, I accept. I'll text you my drink order, and I expect it delivered every morning as I leave for my first class."
Fen saluted her. "Yes ma'am!" he chirped.
She smacked his shoulder teasingly. "Cut the flourishing, drama queen." Fen flashed her a grin and jogged off towards his next class, while she swiped her student ID in the building's card reader and walked into the dorm. She, Elide, and Lysandra shared a triple room with an ensuite bathroom on the fourth floor, so she had to climb three flights of stairs to get to her room. As she opened her door, she noticed a sticky note stuck to the wood. It wasn't uncommon; people who wanted to buy her printing service often left notes stuck to her door. She gave the note a cursory glance.
HELP! Need to print 30 pages for 2pm class! -RW, #350
Aelin glanced at her phone. It was 1:15 pm, meaning whoever had left that note was probably pacing around their room in distress right about now. So of course, she decided to go pay Room 350 a little visit.
"Ah, shit!" yelped a male voice from inside the room when she knocked. There was a flurry of noise and stumbling, and a tall guy wearing a UTerr Hockey sweatshirt opened the door, his pale blonde hair a frazzled mess. "Um, hi?"
"Well hello there, Whitethorn," Aelin smirked, delighted to see the normally perfectly put-together Rowan Whitethorn, star defenseman of UTerr Hockey, all flustered over not having printed materials for class.
"Aelin, thank the fuckin' gods," Rowan gasped. "Did you get my note?"
"Mhmm," she hummed, intentionally vague.
"Ae," he groaned, his desperation showing, "can you print my articles? Please?"
"Got payment?"
"I--yeah, gimme a sec." He vanished into his room and banged around for another couple of minutes, rummaging through drawers and probably his closet as he tried to find cash. He reappeared with a sheepish, embarrassed blush staining his chiseled cheeks. "Uh..."
"No cash?" Aelin clicked her tongue softly. "Sorry, Ro. I don't take credit cards."
"Please," he begged, dropping right down to his knees in front of her. "Fuck it, Ae, I'm desperate! I'm fucked if I don't come to class prepared, the professor already thinks all athletes are dumb jocks who pass classes on daddy's money." He clasped his hands together and stared imploringly up at her, his deep green eyes wide and pleading.
A very naughty part of Aelin wanted to tell him all the sinful ways he could pay her for printing his articles. But because she was a mature woman, she kept that part of herself quiet.
"Well," she mused, "I suppose you could offer me a favor, but it better be worth thirty pages."
Rowan closed his eyes and tipped his head back, a soft groan slipping from his lips as he frantically tried to think up a worthy favor. That gods-damned little groan of his did bad, bad things to Aelin's naughty little inner voice.
Or maybe that was just her enormous little crush on him.
"Dinner." Rowan's voice broke through her traitorous wandering thoughts.
"What?"
"I'll buy you dinner," he repeated. "Anywhere you want, as much food as you want. I swear."
Aelin couldn't have stopped her response no matter how hard she tried. "Like a dinner date?"
Rowan's face flushed a surprisingly endearing shade of vibrant pink. "Um...yeah?"
A tiny, pleased smile curled the corners of Aelin's lips, blooming into a full-blown smile the longer she made him squirm. "Okay, I accept. It's a date." Without waiting for his response, she waltzed off.
When she returned to his room, his articles in hand, he was waiting by the door. He took the papers from her with a slow, relieved smile that made a dimple in his left cheek pop out.
"Thanks, Ae."
"Of course." She waved him off. "Better not be late, Ro."
"You too." Her brows furrowed in confusion, and he winked. "Our date, darlin'. Seven o'clock tomorrow. I'll pick you up."
Gods help her, she could not wait.
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DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE CHARACTER SONG Vol.7 Seiron Syndrome by Mukami Yuma Mini Drama ”A Sweet Lesson”
Original title: 甘美な教え
Source: Diabolik Lovers CHARACTER SONG Vol. 7 Mini Drama
Audio: Here
Seiyuu: Tatsuhisa Suzuki
Translator’s note: As a teacher who also taught at middle school for one year, I totally sympathize with the MC in having to try and teach someone who clearly does not care about learning at all lol. Although I guess in Yuma’s case, it’s a little more justified since these guys have been alive for a long time and they can perfectly survive without getting their degree so it must be pretty annoying to have to keep up with high school. :p Especially someone like Yuma who clearly wants to work with his hands and not with his brains.
Yuma bursts into your room.
“ーー Oi, Sow!! Teach me this school shit! ...If I don’t pass the upcomin’ midterms, Ruki will have my head on the choppin’ block for real.”
He walks up to you.
“Ah, god...What’s the big deal ‘bout gettin’ a couple of bad grades? Vampires don’t even need school for anythin’...! Come on, make some space for me at yer desk!”
*Rustle*
Yuma takes a seat.
“I brought the textbook and my notes with me, but I honestly have no fuckin’ clue what any of this shit means. ...I want ya to help me remember everythin’! Then if I still fail regardless, I can at least put the blame on ya instead...Right?”
“Ah, fuck off...! All ya need to do is do a proper job, right!? Get started already!”
You start teaching him.
*Scribble scribble*
“...I’ve never even heard of a grammar rule like that.”
You frown.
“I can’t help it...! God, shut up! I just gotta get it inside my head, right!? Argh, damnit!”
*Crunch*
“...Ah? Ya want me to stop chewin’ sugar? Don’t ya know!? The brain needs carbs to remember all this crap!”
*Crunch*
*Flip*
“Ah! T-The doodles on that page areーー It’s nothin’ important!”
You chuckle.
“Hey, don’t laugh! Fuck...”
*Scribble scribble*
“...Why do we need midterms anyway? Damnit, I can’t be bothered with this shit...”
*Thud*
You flinch.
“God...Stop gettin’ scared over every lil’ thing. ...Whatever. I’ll just tell Ruki that it’s yer fault that I failed my exams. See ya!”
Yuma tries to leave but you stop him.
*Rustle*
“...!? Che...Don’t tug onto my clothes...”
You try to reason with him.
“...Hah? Ya can bet yer ass that I’m tellin’ him it’s yer fault! I don’t give a damn ‘bout how ya feel ‘bout it!”
You pout.
“Ahー Fuck! I wanna just go and water my plants already! So what if I’ve been failin’ my tests!? I’m goin’ to school at least so isn’t that the most important thing!?”
You tell him that he could always repeat his year.
“Ya really think I’m gonna stoop to the same level as that fuckin’ Sakamaki NEET and be held back a year!? God...! I just gotta do this shit, right!? ...But I’m only doin’ this one page today! ...’Kay, shoot me some questions. I gotta explain what these words mean, right?”
You pose question one.
“Haah...? I’ve never even heard of that word before...! I bet yer pronunciation just sucks! Read it one more time.
You repeat the word.
“Haha...Hahaha...Nah, got no clue. ...Ahー This isn’t gettin’ anywhere...I think I’ll go tell Ruki that yer a lousy tutor after all. ...Ah...This pisses me off...I’ll have some Sugar-chaーー”
*Cling*
“Ah!? Che...The jar’s empty...”
*Rustle*
“Hey, gimme yer blood. ...My irritation level has reached its peak now that I’ve run out of sugar on top of bein’ forced to study.”
He pins you down.
*Thud*
“I think I might feel a lil’ better if I have a sip of yer blood...Come on, where do ya want me to bite ya? Tell me.”
You protest.
“Haah!? ‘Let me go’!? God...That wasn’t the question...Guess I gotta punish that mouth of yers for spoutin’ bullcrap...”
*Rustle rustle*
“Ugh...”
Yuma bites you.
*Sluuuurp*
“Nnh...Hah...Does it hurt, huh? Don’t talk back...It’d be a shame if yer blood were to drip down from the side of yer lips and go to waste...Nnh...”
*Sluuuurp*
“It’s kinda sweet...I bet you’ve been snackin’ on my Sugar-chan behind my back, haven’t ya?”
You shake your head.
“Don’t lie. Nnh...”
*Sluuuurp*
*Rustle rustle*
“Hahn...Nnh...Both yer lips and yer blood are kinda sweet for some reason...Anyway, guess I’ll suck from here next...Nnh...”
*Sluuuurp*
“Mm...Mmh...”
*Sluuuurp*
“...Hah. What? You’re tremblin’...Are ya expectin’ more perhaps? Hehe...Ya really are a Sow at heart. I can’t believe you’re gettin’ a kick outta havin’ yer blood sucked...”
*Sluuuurp*
“Hah...No more studyin’, huh? Hehe. Guess we’re partners in crime now.”
*Rustle*
“It’s all yer fault...So ya better don’t think ya can get out of this...Hahn...”
*Sluuuurp*
“I’ll savor ya thoroughly...Mmh...”
*Sluuuurp*
ーー THE END ーー
#diabolik lovers#dialovers#yuma mukami#diabolik lovers translation#diabolik lovers drama cd#drama cd
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KATY!!!!
You muppet
Gimme your top 5 non-boss Bloodborne enemies 🔪🔪
Hahaha! This is a hard question, because, like... Do I judge the design? The concept? The (presumed) pleasure of fighting them? xD Or, maybe, how good they are from raw gameplay standpoint, without any of our Tumblr sentimental values added? ...so, in the end, I decided to judge on raw personal enjoyment. Here goes!
Five - Edgar, Choir Intelligencer!
Yeah, yeah, NPCs are a weird grey area since they're no regular enemies, blablabla. But, first, I wanted to include at least one Hunter NPC. Two - if I am choosing, it is DEFINITELY Edgar. I enjoyed fighting him on that moonlit bridge..... But, more importantly, I enjoy what this character entails. A player that was only yet to be educated would, soon enough, learn that Micolash has a friend. And then, some time later, the fandom would learn from official materials the character's name and get confirmation for his affiliation with the Choir! I just think that he is THE coolest NPC. Whereas others (looking at the no-dialogue ones in this) would be self-explanatory, with Edgar, there is a mystery that only people with imagination could solve! What else you could've asked for!
Also, I am totally weak for the fact that he does the 'Joy' gesture when he kills us. Way to kill the potential drama of "sparing us from the worse fate" and confirm that you are a simp insane, you lil shit! :pensive: Yet, despite saying less, it is saying more..... Anyways, onto the REAL enemies!
Four - Old Hunter enemy!
They are fuckin' SOMETHING ELSE in terms of aesthetic and behaviour, you know? The bastards have far too much of a healthbar, I will admit, but it is more about the lore... And the vibe. When they are attacking in unhinged, terrifying rage - the beasts (Beast Patient type) cover in fear, that leaves the whole "who is the REAL beast here?" message! They have various weapons and fighting styles. And they have yellow or red eyes variants, that helped me to resolve the mystery of what is under Chester's mask, since he is heavily implied to be from Yharnam and teleported by an Amygdala!
Three - Fishman Mage!
LOVE these guys! ...yes, despite the fact that they keep spamming me with DARN bolt spells and DARN purple homing skulls. But... At the same time, this is so BADASS. I can only speculate and bounce off ideas on why their magic has "wrong" colors; with this type of skulls normally being red and the bolt in Bloodborne normally being blue. But, I love the aesthetic and the cool magic nonetheless. Not to mention the Mystery TM of what is up with their "elongated" heads.
I thought of something akin Lumenweed but more coral-like instead of plant-like, since they seem to pray for other Great Ones to avenge Kos that they "failed" to protect (and since one of Fishmen variants has something similar anyways), but we just don't know! Could be a polyp, could be a fin, could be a Cool Hat...
Two - Clocktower Patient!
The amount of lore per pixel kills me! They have interesting VARIANTS - the regular, the naked, the completely tied-up one, the just-head one, the one behaving like a beast, the fuckin headless walking bodies... The HUGE one, that I fucking bet would be Pthumerians pushed into experiments too, all that.
And, although sometimes they can be frustrating to fight, ESPECIALLY when they come in a crowd, I just love how... "informative" they are? I have not learned more from any other enemy than from these people. They demand a keen eye to decipher no matter what. Like how it is easy to miss that their heads are covered so we can't know what is UNDER the fabric, or the tentacles... But yes, at the same time, the designs and the variations alone are pretty interesting AND scary!
One - Loran Cleric!
Fuckin'. BEST. Display of the fact that what Yharnam is going through already plagued Loran once. Fuckin' AWESOME design. Fuckin' EXTREMELY on-the-nose way to show the "history repeats itself" sentiment. They have ROBES, and they have horns. And they have PYROMANCY... Like other Pthumerians, some Vilebloods (Maria) and, interestingly, Laurence in his beast form, have.
I always found it hard to kill them, because I just could not have enough of their moveset and appearances. They are the enemies I tried to NOT kill for as long as I could afford. Their pyromancy staff gave me idea that Laurence would be using one as soon as he'd get his hands on it, probably in Byrgenwerth + early Church era. I also remember having killed one and spending good 20 minutes just taking pictures, including their cool twisted smiles! I also think that Blood-Possessed Soul is their final transformation form!
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Honorable mention: Church Servants. Of course.
Thank you for the 'some things can only harm you if you are smart enough to PERCEIVE them' delivery, guys.
Thank you for the ask! It was insightful for me too! x)
#bloodborne#clocktower patient#loran cleric#edgar choir intelligencer#fishman mage#old hunter#ask replies#ask meme
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ALSO!!!! When are you coming back to your stories!!!!!???
I am DYING!!
I need to know what happens between Hinata and Sasuke in Secrets!! I know they're about to be in contact with each other a lot with her helping him with his pardon and with the council making him hunt down team taka, like what is going on with that??? How can the smut and plot be this freaking goood??? And Sakura and Lee like omg how freaking toxic!! and please gimme more Dom Naruto, I'm so addicted! I'm as addicted as Hinata!
Then monster! Ino has like root thingys in her brain from Shino is she gonna kill another you know what????(trying not to spoil the story cuz omfg!!) and Hinata's been acting weird, like is she gonna do something to Naruto?? I'm scared! The smut and horror is crazy!!! Idk how to feel most the time in here!
Cure For Love, I cannot wait for another clash between witch Hinata and the other naturals! She kicked ass the first time!! And she was so cute and sweet while she did which is something i never see with Hinata, people always turn her into a Sakura close for some weird reason. I love this world youve created soooo much. The SNS smut is amazing and I'm sooooo looking forward to the SasuHinaNaru smut, you write sex so hot and amazing and realistic that I know it's gonna be everything I've ever wanted!
Omg Butterfly, you gotta post another chapter like tomorrow!!! I don't usually read HS fics but this one is amazing! I wanna see Naruto accidentally fall in love with Hinata because I KNOW that's what gonna happen and its gonna fuck him up soooo bad if she finds out what he did! I'm waiting for it!!
PRey!!!! I NEED MORE BAT SHIT CRAZY NARUTO!! YOU LEFT US ON THE CLIFFHANGER! HINATA WAS ABOUT TO MEET PSYCHO NARUTO!! PLEASE MORE!
I'm waiting for those one-shots to be stories too!!! The enemies to lovers especially but there were SOOOOO many in there that need full stories!! I really, really want these:
If I were real: this one I loved so much! I want to see how Hinata and Naruto fall in love because Hinata coming to life and not knowing how to be human is awesome!!
A night of firsts: I love accidental pregnancy stories!! and the way her and Naruto drank, got high and had unprotected sex that led to a baby is just asking for sooooo much drama that I need in my life!! I love that one-shot!
Facing the past: Omg the break-up and make up years later!! Please expand!!
Turning point: This one was so freaking shocking to me!! I was sooo not expecting what happened, but Hinata handled it like a fuckin boss! I need to know what she does next!!
Never mine: this was amazing!!! That girl really made a move on Naruto its crazy!! I want to see how she started loving him and all the drama that happened after Hinata walked in on them!
Flipping the script: PLEASE WRITE THIS ONE SOON! PINNING NARUTO IS AMAZING! HE REALLY FUCKED UP IN THIS ONE-SHOT!
PLEASED COME BACK SOON, I NEED UPDATES SOOOOO BAD!!! THANK YOU FOR WRITING FOR THIS FANDOM!
I'll be back sooner rather than later :D I'm really happy you like all my stories! Sorry for the wait, I'm just really enjoying the Sims 4 story telling of my OT3 and their family life, ya know? I still write here and there but I'm just really distracted atm.
I still plan on expanding some of the one-shots from the NH fair, just gotta get round to em :D
Currently, I working on the first two chapters of the enemies to lovers one-shot and the next chapter of Monster. Should have them out in the next couple weeks.
Thanks for your patience!
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TASK 001: THE REAPING (PT. 1 | BLIND CORNER)
It was the heat of summer. The air was sticky with sweat, even with the fan creaking in the corner of the room. Still, Nettle woke up with her head on Bramble’s chest. They should get up. There were things to do this morning, but she couldn’t bring herself to move, taking a few minutes to just listen to the steady creak of the fan, the sturdy beat of her heart.
The walkie paging was what made her sit up.
She paged in, reaching blindly with one hand over her shoulder. Sleepily, she groaned out a “Nnnnettle.”
Joe’s voice crinkled on the other end of the line. “Morning to you too. Both up?”
“No.”
“Work on it.”
“Copy.” And with that, she sat up, hoping the motion would wake Bramble up on its own. “Bram.” It was soft, but semi-firm. Today was a big day.
The combo seemed to work, at least enough that Bramble stirred, rolling into her stomach with a huff, burying her face. Hearing Joe’s voice in the morning was like smelling black coffee: effective, but not quite satisfying when you preferred something sweet.
“Five more minutes,” she whined, voice muffled by the pillow. “Please?”
Nettle laughed, picking up the walkie and presenting it so as to tell Bramble she could bargain herself. “It’s’a big day, he’s gonna say no.” and with that, she stood up, wandering around their room and grabbing her clothes out of the closet and tossing Bramble’s clothes at her. “Come on. Aren’t you ready to age out of this bullshit? Y’know, I bet tomorrow we can sleep in as late as we want. hear Joe's making pie.”
This, of course, only solicited a groan. Bramble pushed herself up, flopping back on the bed, writhing about until she’d mussed all the sheets — wishing to be burrowed beneath them. “Better be the best fuckin’ pie of our lives,” she grumbled, sighing. Blindly, she felt over the mattress for her clothes, trying to change without getting up at all. She managed fine on her undergarments, but there was too much fabric on her dress (a stupid thing to wear), so she had to get up.
It was Joe. The pie would not be good. It would likely taste of gasoline and be half-burnt. But Nettle didn’t point that out, because the fact that he’d bought berries for them was good enough.
“Are we drivin’?” Bramble mumbled, sticking a toothbrush in her mouth. Even with her mouth full, words warped, she trusted she could be heard. “Joe’s meeting us there, right?”
Nettle, amused, responded quickly to the question.“Oh yeah.” At this point, she was already in her own dress and halfway through brushing her hair. “Parkin’s gonna be a fiasco, but we’re drivin’. Joe’s got…” it took her a second to remember which responsibility it was today. “Schedules to drop at the station before? Whatever it was, we’re busy this afternoon, so it’s splitsies.” there were deliveries to be made, even on national holidays. They only had the morning off.
“Another gorgeous day in Panem,” she spread an arm out wide and high, feeling the drama of it. Then she leaned over and spit her toothpaste out in the sink. Bramble tied her hair back and began to wash her face. “Grab us somethin’ to eat in the truck? I’m almost done.”
“You look great.” Nettle said, although she hadn’t been asked. “Gimme a minute. I haven’t put on socks.” another five minutes and she’d finished her hair, grabbed a bag, shoved some quick food into it from their bin of a ‘pantry’ in the closet. She checked under the bed, grabbing a jar of moonshine she’d been saving and shoving it in too.
And with that, they headed out, locking the door behind them. Bramble made a note that their raspberry bushes needed pruning, and that the heavy Spring rainfall had washed loose berries down onto the cement of the truck depot. Years ago, Joe had been pissed they’d planted the seeds, and even more upset when it had started spreading rapidly. How were they supposed to know? She weaved around the loose berries, but it was impossible not to smush a few, staining the cement red beneath. Things they’d worry about this weekend, when they had some downtime. Or maybe they’d fix it tonight when they got home. However long she could get away with it, she would.
“Can I drive?” Nettle asked, once the car was within view.
Bramble pulled the keys out of her pocket, dangling them off her middle finger, teasing in her palm. “Absolutely not. Get on your side.”
Nettle laughed freely. She went through the usual checks as she made her way around to the passenger side, waving to a pair in their forties who were giving their truck a wash down.
“Good luck today!” one called over.
“Hey, with your route? You too!” Nettle laughed again, closing the hood and pulling open the door. She climbed up, climbed in, and offered a hand, sideways, to Bramble, initiating their handshake. Today was going to be a good day.
Bramble oscillated through radio stations: twangy folk music on one, soft jazz on another, trying to fine tune it to just the right signal. There, music still played, but between the songs, sporadically, another voice shone through. Well, two: Pascal and Delphi. Nettle let her fiddle, didn’t even complain about listening to the news on their way to the reaping. It was always good to hear what their oracles had to say. Instead, they focused on the voices as they pulled out onto the road.
“You’re listening to Vox Machina, this is your Oracle, Delphi speaking,” The voice rang nicely from the radio, something almost familiar, pitched up an octave, any twang cut out, brought to a neutral Panem accent. “In an attack to the north, Peackeepers take casualties, eight are dead and reportedly, dozens more are injured. Rebel forces have lost three in the scuffle.”
A shuffle of paper created a pause, and in it, Nettle spoke up. “Heard they got Huck. You know, Ulberry?” Bramble swore under her breath. Tragic, but the fight goes on.
And then Delphi’s voice crackled to life again, “Fortunately, the Vox managed to maintain control of the zone and pushed back all Capitol-aided forces. In the south, the Vox Populi lost control of Checkpoint C after burning the fields there. Check back again after the Reapings for any and all updates, signing off, this is Delphi.”
The radio began to churn out old Dark Days music, the gravel of the singer’s voice a soothing balm. Edda? Or Etta? Bramble couldn’t remember, but she loved this song. “Well, we’ll see if there are updates on the way home, I guess.” She turned it up, reaching over to take Nettle’s hand, to interlace their fingers as they turned out onto the main road.
A winding drive through the countryside, the tall plains and crop fields — it was a gorgeous day. Warm, with a breeze. They rolled the windows down. And with the wind, Bramble had to crank the volume up again to maintain the sound. Then she sang. Joyous, lighthearted, proud.
And when she looked over, Nettle was singing too.
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May I offer a Kakashi x Obito? 🤲🏻
ship bingo
ACEMPT! KakaObi for you:
in canon, it's a bastard man x bastard man scenario. they'd have so much angst to work through, so much fighting, so many years of feelings to push past, so much TRAUMA. them trying to work things out could be a full length drama in and of itself, not even going into details of like, a burgeoning romantic and/or sexual relationship. but they'd also be so fuckin ride or die, like kakashi has this bitchs entire eye, obitos probably been watching him from afar for ages if nothing else than as a member of a terrorist organization that might need to take him down at any moment, they fought in a shared dimension like BRUH.
not to mention they're hot and im gay for it. they at least deserved one good hate-fuck like gimme something.
but in like, a modern AU where the furthest their tragedy goes is rin dies but it's not by either of their hands and she was just the thing keeping their friendship together so it fizzles out until they meet again when they're older, i think their relationship would be more like a typical fanon sns relationship. they bicker and taunt and tease each other all day long but at their core they care for each other deeply and are capable of so much softness toward each other because they understand each other's pain.
[ID: a ship bingo board. Some of the boxes are checked with tiny red stars. The starred boxes read: "I would read fic for it", "romantic", "sexual", "it's complicated", "more interested in the consequences than the ship itself" and "unhealthily". End ID]
#notsns#naruto#kakaobi#nsf uu#<<ish#kakashi#obito#textpost#imagepost#thanks anon!#clown to clown communication#ship game#ship bingo#ask game
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a different kind of rush;
an ezra x reader fic
pairing: ezra (prospect) x female reader
rating: explicit
genre: romance/smut/and they were roommates (oh my god they were roommates)
words: 5.6k
part 2 of 2 (read part one HERE)
please scroll to the end to “content” if you would like to know specific smut-related content before reading!
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When you emerged from the shower, you changed into your long sleep shirt (the thing was far too old and ratty at this point to be considered a “nightgown”). Even though it wasn’t dark out yet, you figured you might as well go to bed at the rate this day was going.
As you slowly crept through the tent partition, you noticed that Ezra was gone—and so was his gear.
You found a note in Ezra’s barely-legible scrawl placed at the foot of your bed.
“Starstone quality check,” you mumbled, reading the note aloud.
Starstone was so finicky that it was necessary to check up on it in storage to make sure it maintained its stability. But you knew in your gut he was avoiding you. While he was out, you cleaned the filters and checked the tanks like you always did—minus the filter and tank that Ezra was currently using—the methodical work helping soothe your nerves a little.
When Ezra came back in, you were sitting up in bed, reading the book Ezra’s kid Cee had hand-written (“She didn’t come up with the story, but she basically rewrote the whole damn thing herself. Smarter than she knows, that kid.”). It wasn’t your usual kind of story, and not even your usual medium of consumption (you preferred late-night radio dramas, but they broadcast from the Ephrate—the signal was spotty at best in the Fringes and nonexistent here in the Reach), but it was captivating nonetheless.
You didn’t look up from the book as Ezra walked in. Neither of you said a word.
Part of you was relieved that you didn’t talk about it.
The other part of you was desperate to talk about it.
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The next morning, you woke to Ezra sitting at his makeshift desk—a chair set in front of an old wooden shipping crate—swirling together the starstone enzyme bath. He was wearing a pair of boxer shorts and a gray t-shirt, his hair already matted with perspiration from the heat.
You grumbled and slowly sat up.
“Mornin’, sunshine,” Ezra said, not lifting his eyes from his work.
“Mmph,” was your sleepy response.
“Oats are ready if you have a hankering,” he continued, gesturing with his head towards the “kitchen”—another wooden shipping crate, this one with a battery-operated stove placed on top.
You were suddenly very awake at the promise of food. “Please tell me there’s coffee, too.”
“Haven’t made it yet,” he replied. “Go easy on the stuff, you’ve drunk near all my supply.”
“I believe food and board is included in my contract.” You yawned before shuffling your way over to the stove.
“Food and board, sweetheart, not drink.” Ezra held the canister of freshly mixed enzyme solution between his knees as he twisted on the cap with his hand.
Your stomach rumbled and you eagerly grabbed your bowl of oatmeal. After wolfing down your breakfast, you filled Ezra’s rickety kettle with water and set it on the stove, turning the power up to high. You pawed around the mismatched collection of canteens piled next to the stove until you found two clean ones and set them out, along with four packets of powdered coffee (three for you, one for Ezra). It was the instant stuff anyone could grab for cheap at a shuttle station, and it tasted wretched, but it did its job.
As you waited for the water to boil—not long when the water in storage was already warm thanks to this planet’s heat—You heard Ezra stand up and approach you. When you felt his hand brush the small of your back, you shivered.
Ezra huffed. “Are you cold? For cryin’ out loud, woman, it’s hotter’n two channel-rats fuckin’ in a wool sock.”
“Must be caffeine withdrawal,” you lied, knowing full well it was Ezra’s touch.
He rubbed his thumb back and forth and you nearly shivered again. “I suppose it’s high time I replenish our supplies,” he said, “lest you pillage the remainder of my coffee.”
When the kettle began to whistle, you switched off the stove and poured equal amounts of hot water into the cups—and unequal amounts of coffee packets. All the while, Ezra’s hand stayed on your back.
“Speaking of supplies, we could use another full O2 tank,” you said, trying your best to ignore how your stomach did somersaults every time Ezra absentmindedly rubbed his thumb against the material of your sleep shirt, “and coolant for the air circulators.”
“I’m well aware,” Ezra said, “but thank you kindly for the reminder.”
You offered Ezra his canteen of coffee. You mourned the loss of his hand on your back, but feeling the brush of his fingers against yours as you handed him his cup was nearly as electrifying.
“S’posin’ we pull a good haul of starstone today, I can ready the pod for the shuttle station tomorrow,” he said between sips. “Be back within a couple days’ time.”
You swallowed down a lump in your throat along with your coffee. You did need supplies, but it was hardly urgent—was he really that keen on avoiding you? But the way he just touched your back—he’d never been more intimate than friendly pats on the shoulder before—
“The shuttle station gets a clearer radio signal to the Ephrate,” Ezra continued, “I can have a good an’ proper talk with Cee.”
Oh. He wants to talk to his kid, you moron. Why did you make this about yourself and your ill-timed masturbatory ventures?
“I’ll hold down the fort, then,” you said between gulps of your coffee.
“I’m countin’ on it,” Ezra said. “Now let’s score some stone afore this bitch of a planet bakes us alive.”
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Ezra was gone before you woke, but you had expected it. He told you as much last night. But you still couldn’t shake the notion that he was avoiding you. You sighed deeply before untangling yourself from the bedsheets and crawling over to make your morning coffee.
On the table, the kettle was already set out on the stovetop, along with three coffee packets, a clean canteen, and a note from Ezra.
“Radio at 21:00,” you mumbled. That was tonight—so he was planning to call you as soon as he got in. You couldn’t help but smile as you made your coffee.
You didn’t have to mine today or tomorrow, thanks to working double-time yesterday (and your aching muscles certainly reminded you of that), but there was still plenty to do around the tent. After gulping down your coffee, you started with the pile of laundry in the corner. It was the most urgent order of business, based on how it was beginning to climb up the wall—and how much it stunk. You filled a basin with water and soap and got to work.
While hanging the garments to dry, you noticed a pair of Ezra’s compression pants had a tear in the thigh—thankfully, it was on a side seam, so you could easily sew it shut. You noted to fix it as soon as it was finished drying. You wondered if you could mend anything else, noting Ezra’s ratty assortment of boxers and briefs. If he made any cash in the aurelac rush, he certainly didn’t spend any of it on underwear. You could mend holes, but you couldn’t work miracles.
As you waited for the clothes to dry, you snacked on a ration bar and read more of Cee’s book. You were invested in the characters now, despite your initial skepticism of the subject matter. You had to admit, it was a bit of a page-turner. After a while, you didn’t want to put it down. You moved from sitting at Ezra’s desk to leaning against one of the tent supports to laying on your bed mat, your eyes glued to the page.
When you finally came to a satisfying enough chapter to pause your reading, you looked around for a piece of scrap paper to mark your place. You picked up Ezra’s note and tucked it inside the pages before shutting the book. You noticed the laundry hanging up was dry—had you really been reading that long? Oh well. Time to get mending.
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You had mended Ezra’s pants, a pair of his socks, and were about to sew a button back on the pocket of your suit when you heard your name crackle from the radio headset in the corner. Startled, you dropped your work, the button skittering across the floor.
“Gimme a minute!” You shouted, hoping your headset would pick it up from across the tent. You quickly found the runaway button and placed it on Ezra’s desk before scrambling to your side of the tent to put on your headset.
“Sorry about that,” you said, “I’m here. You get in okay?”
“All in one piece,” came Ezra’s voice in your ear, “give or take an arm.”
You rolled your eyes at Ezra’s wisecrack. “Talk to Cee yet?”
“Not yet,” Ezra said, “with the time difference between here and the Ephrate, she’s still in class. I shan’t interrupt her studies.”
You looked at the book where it lay on Ezra’s desk and smiled. “Well, when you call her, tell her I said hello.”
“Will do.”
“So, what station did you end up at?” You asked.
“Trinity,” Ezra replied.
“Trinity,” you said, “don’t think I’ve been on Trinity since the rush.”
“Ain’t any different,” Ezra said, “still got egregious docking fees and an abundance of unpleasant company.”
“Already shooed away a pick-pocket busker, haven’t you?”
“Several,” Ezra grumbled, “Damn this stump, they think I’m an easy target.”
“Were any of them good players, at least?” You asked.
“Truthfully, the boy on the panpipes was a talented little devil,” he said, “both in playing his instrument and his victims. I let him pilfer a coin from my pocket—I fancy myself a patron of the arts.”
You snorted. “You keep coin in your pocket? On Trinity?”
“Sweetheart, it’s the decoy cash,” Ezra explained. “You keep a couple low-credit coin in your pocket for the vandals so that they don’t go scroungin’ for the heavy-hittin’ gems in your suit lining.”
“Speaking of your suit lining,” you said, “I’ve been doing some mending.”
You heard Ezra’s raspy laugh through your headset. “Don’t suppose you’ve been sewin’ up my underthings.”
“Those are hopeless,” you remarked, “I meant your spare compression pants.”
“Ah!” Ezra said. “I do recall those had a rip in ’em. I was fixin’ to fix those.”
“Well, I figured I’d do it as long as I had the time,” you said. “Also darned a pair of your socks.”
“Are you anglin’ for a raise?” You could hear the smile in Ezra’s voice.
“Your listing did say ‘compensation negotiable,’” you replied.
“Hmm. That it did,” Ezra said. “Perhaps we shall negotiate upon my return.”
The radio line lay silent for a moment, and you felt a nervous pang in your stomach. Enough small talk. You needed to say something about what happened the other day—even if it was just to apologize.
“Ezra?”
“Yes, sweetheart?” He replied.
“Is everything... Okay? With us?” You asked, trying to suppress the anxiety in your voice.
“Why wouldn’t it be?” Ezra replied, before quickly adding in lowered tone, “Did somethin’... rub you the wrong way?”
“Kevva help me,” you grumbled, feeling the wave embarrassment crawl up your spine. “I’m so sorry, Ezra. It won’t happen again.”
“Stop apologizin’. There ain’t a thing wrong indulgin’ in a little well-earned self-pleasure.”
The way he said pleasure made your breath hitch. You hoped like hell it didn’t pick up on the radio.
“If there’s one thing I’ve come to realize in my years,” he said, “is that there’s no use feelin’ shame in feelin’ good.”
His voice was smooth and deliberate now. That bastard knew exactly what he was doing to you. “So don’t you stop yourself because of me—truthfully, I don’t mind. Not one bit.”
Hesitantly, you reached down to press the heel of your hand against your clit, choking back a moan threatening to escape your throat—but not entirely succeeding.
You heard Ezra’s breath coming loud and heavy through the radio. “Are you touchin’ yourself right now, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” you gasped out, your previous inhibitions completely shattered.
“Fuck,” Ezra replied. “Thank Kevva this radio headset is hands-free.”
You heard what might have been Ezra undoing his zipper—and your suspicions were confirmed when you heard a low moan through the radio.
“Ezra—”
“Do you have the faintest idea what you do to me, woman?” The line swelled with static and the throaty rasp of Ezra’s voice. “Told myself not to—made myself not think of you like that. It ain’t proper. But when you—you let me watch—”
You whined and slid your hand beneath your underwear. “I was thinking of you,” you confessed, “always thinking of you—”
“It’s a cryin’ shame,” Ezra said, “all I’ve got is spit-slick and a weak hand wishin’ like hell it was you.”
You sped up the pace of your fingers as he continued.
“If you were here,” he said, “I’d bury myself inside you so deep—ah, fuck—’til you were the only thing I could feel.”
At his words, you slid two fingers inside yourself up to the knuckle, arching your hips, trying to get them as deep as they could go, thumb tirelessly working at your clit.
“I want that,” you panted, “I want you.”
“—Make you come on my cock again and again ’til you’re dizzy with it,” he said, “fuck you so hard you feel it the next day.”
Ezra’s words were pushing you close to the edge. “Ezra, I’m gonna—”
“Do it,” he groaned, “let me hear you, sweetheart.”
You came to the overwhelming sound of Ezra’s broken moans and your own desperate cries and the static of the radio and the beating of your heart—
a discordant symphony of absolute ecstasy.
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Ezra returned the following night with a full pod of supplies. You worked together like a well-oiled machine, moving various goods from the pod to the tent in an orderly fashion. You both made small talk—Cee was doing well at the Academy, the shuttle station shop was stocked enough with what they needed, no, they didn’t have real coffee, just the shit stuff in packets.
Despite the friendly conversation, the air was thick with unspoken words.
It was hot out—as it always was on this planet—so you breathed a huge sigh of relief when you had both moved all the supplies to the tent and you could leave the sweaty pod. You both discarded your helmets and stood in front of the air circulator on Ezra’s side of the tent, sifting through the supplies and placing them where they belonged throughout the tent.
When you reached at the same time as Ezra for a can of coolant, your hands collided, sending a shockwave up your arm and stopping your breath.
You both froze, staring at your hands where they met.
Slowly, carefully, Ezra intertwined your fingers with his.
“Hello, sweetheart,” he whispered, those beautiful brown eyes of his gazing at you tenderly.
You couldn’t take it anymore—you climbed over the pile of supplies between you and pressed your lips to his.
He let out a surprised little noise against your mouth before returning the kiss with fervor, wrapping his arm tightly around you and pressing you close to his chest.
“Couldn’t—stop—thinkin’ of you,” he said between kisses.
“Do you want to—can we—” You gasped against his mouth.
“Yes,” he breathed, scrambling to work at the zips and fasteners on his suit. He didn’t object when you reached out to help remove the suit—and honestly, you weren’t thinking of it as helping him, more like getting all your clothes off as fast as possible because holy shit this was happening. Ezra had already removed his boots when he took his helmet off earlier, and you were only dressed in your undershirt and shorts, so this blasted contraption of a suit was the main obstacle.
You both managed to get the damn thing off and Ezra kicked it aside. He reached back, grabbing his sweaty t-shirt behind the collar to tug it over his head. You grasped the hem of your top and pulled it up and off, throwing it to the growing pile of discarded clothing.
You were about to strip off your shorts when Ezra reached for you again, kissing your mouth, your jaw, your neck, down to the tops of your breasts along the edge of your bra. You scrambled to unclasp it, letting it fall to the floor. Ezra wasted no time, cupping a breast in his hand and lavishing kisses on the other. When you felt the wet heat of his tongue against your nipple, you cried out, grabbing his hair and giving it a tug. He moaned against your breast before pulling away to look at you.
“Let’s take this to a bed,” you urged.
Ezra nodded vigorously in agreement and you both stumbled over to his bed mat, falling atop the sheets in a tangle of limbs.
Ezra sat up and you situated yourself on his lap, wrapping your legs around him. You could kiss him like this for hours, his tongue in your mouth, your fingers in his hair, his hand steady and warm on your back.
When you both took a moment to catch your breath, Ezra cleared his throat and looked you in the eye, his expression almost timid.
“I must confess, I have not had the chance to... partake, since I lost my arm,” he said. “I may not be as formidable a sparrin’ partner as I once was.”
“Ezra, I’m sure it doesn’t matter,” you said, leaning in to kiss him again. He stopped you with a press of a finger to your lips.
“Allow me to enlighten you.” He shrugged with his stump. “Nothin’s as it once was. I can’t even take a piss the same way. Ever try to hold a dick with a hand that ain’t there?”
“Can’t say I have,” you said.
“Oh, hush, birdie, you can understand the sentiment,” Ezra grumbled. “Everything is at the behest of my damned weak hand. I can’t read my own handwriting anymore. Can’t shoot like I used to—my grip’s shit on the left. Even gettin’ dressed is harder than minin’ aurelac.”
He took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair before continuing. “And as long as we’re on the subject of minin’, I can no longer mine most things on my lonesome. Each harvest is hardly half of my previous yields, and I got the kid to support on top of everything. Now, Cee deserves every bit of that support, do not misunderstand my words—I would move Kevva and earth for that girl. But such meager wages do tend to make one feel... inadequate. A man’s work is no petty thing.”
You listened to Ezra attentively, not knowing how you could get it across to him that he was no less of a man in your eyes than if he had two arms. You wanted to reassure him, but he pressed on.
“So please, allow me to posit this caveat,” he said, “that I intend to make love to you, and to do so to the fullest of my capabilities—but even my best efforts may prove... unsatisfactory.”
Make love. Ezra wanted to make love to you. Your heart stuttered in your chest.
You were so stunned by Ezra’s choice of vocabulary that it took you a moment to process what he said.
“Oh,” you said. “You don’t think you can make me come.”
Ezra ducked his head; you could have sworn he was blushing. “You always cut right to the quick.”
You cupped his cheek, running your thumb along the little white scar there.
“Ezra, I don’t care. I just want this. With you.” You glanced down to where you straddled his lap, rolling your hips a little against his growing arousal. “And forgive me if I’m assuming things, but it seems like you want it, too.”
Ezra moaned quietly at your movements. “My desire was never in question, I assure you,” he said, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a smile.
You leaned in and kissed him softly. He returned the kiss before gently moving you off his lap.
“Lie down, sweetheart,” he whispered, and you eagerly obliged, reclining on the mattress. He settled on top of you, propping himself up on his elbow, kissing you passionately. Eager to get your hands on him, you hooked a finger under his waistband and gave a tug.
“Whoa there,” Ezra said, “slow down, spitfire.”
You moved your hand away. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothin’, believe me. But those clever hands of yours will have to wait, because I’ve been starvin’ for you,” he said with a sly grin, kissing a path down your breasts to your stomach, “and I can no longer deny myself a taste.”
It took a moment for your Ezra Translator to kick in. “Oh.” You scrambled to shimmy your shorts and underwear down. Ezra took over, pulling them all the way off and tossing them over his shoulder before leaning down to continue his trail of kisses.
He nudged at your thigh with his head and you eagerly opened your legs for him. Rough stubble tickled your thighs as he kissed his way to your cunt. At the first feeling of his hot breath against your clit, your hips jumped up out of their own volition, knocking Ezra off his left elbow and face-planting him onto the bed beneath you.
“Sorry!” You squeaked. You reached out to steady him but stopped yourself—you knew he hated being helped.
“Hell’s bells,” Ezra grunted. He gripped at the sheets with his hand as he slowly pushed himself to sit upright.
“Left arm ain’t worth shit,” he grumbled under his breath, “can’t even hold me up.”
“It’s alright, Ezra,” you said, “we can try again.”
“Indeed we can,” Ezra said. He lay down on his back next to you and motioned to his chin. “Take a seat, sweetheart.”
“Um,” you started. You’d done this before, but not like that. “I don’t want to—hurt you.”
“Kevva’s sake, woman, I ain’t gonna break,” Ezra said, then added with a grin, “if I suffocate on account of your cunt, I will embrace death with open arms. Well, one of ’em, anyway.”
“Oh, shut up,” you said with a groan.
“Here lies Ezra, drowned in pussy,” he continued teasing, eyeing you with a wicked grin.
You hesitantly shuffled toward him. Drumming up some courage, you knelt above him, one knee on either side of his head. You were so nervous that you could hear your pulse roaring in your ears.
Whether impatient or just eager, Ezra grabbed you by the hip, then, and urged you down onto his mouth.
You gasped, bracing yourself as you felt the white-hot warmth of his tongue against your cunt. You choked back a moan, your hips stuttering forward, trying not to grind down too hard on his face. Ezra was having none of that. He urged you to move, his hand gripping your hip and firmly pulling you forward. With a little more certainty, you rocked your hips forward and back, making his tongue slide against your clit in long strokes. You moaned again, louder this time, and Ezra hummed his desperate response, burying his face in your pussy like a man starving.
You rutted against him urgently, your thighs beginning to burn from holding yourself up over him. Your movements became less graceful, more desperate—you slid forward too far, causing your slit to grind against the bridge of his nose, and you’d be embarrassed if didn’t feel so damn good. You were right on the precipice, moments away from shaking apart, when Ezra stilled your hips with his hand and brought you back to his tongue. He latched his mouth over your clit and sucked on it, wet and sloppy and fucking perfect.
“Fuck, Ezra,” you gasped, the heat coiling inside you tighter and tighter, “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna—”
Ezra growled, his teeth grazing your clit for a moment, and the jolt of sensation just on the right edge of pain had you coming so hard you thought you might black out. You stumbled forward, reaching out to break your fall, your cunt pulling away from his mouth. Somehow, Ezra knew you needed more, reaching behind his head for you and guiding you back in place with his hand. He began to lap at you again, working you through another shaking shockwave of pleasure.
You had to pull away before it was too much. You collapsed next to Ezra on the too-small mattress, trying to catch your breath, feeling your thighs burn and your cunt twitch and your heart sing.
“Give me a minute,” you gasped.
“Take all the time you need, sweetheart,” Ezra said, equally breathless.
You turned to look at Ezra. His face was flushed red, beads of sweat dripping down to mix with your slick that had ended up all over his mouth and chin—and his nose. He looked absolutely filthy and you’d be mortified if he didn’t look so damn pleased with himself.
You reached for your discarded t-shirt and gently wiped at his face, cleaning up the most offensive wet patches before tossing it aside again. “Sorry,” you said.
Ezra chuckled. “I do not accept your apology, ma’am,” he teased. “That was sexier than hittin’ a motherlode of aurelac.”
“Now that’s high praise,” you teased back.
“C’mere and kiss me,” he all but whispered, reaching out to hold your chin between his thumb and index finger. You closed the distance and pressed your lips against his. It was almost chaste—if not for the knowledge of where that mouth had just been.
He pressed his forehead against yours. You breathed deeply, absentmindedly playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck.
You looked down at the straining bulge in his pants, snaking your hand down to stroke at him through the fabric. A little choked moan tumbled from his throat at your touch.
“Let’s take this off,” you said, thumbing the waistband. He nodded in agreement, laying on his back and lifting his hips so you could pull his pants down and off in short order. His cock sprang free, hard and aching.
You licked your lips. “No underwear?”
“Too fuckin’ hot for underwear,” he said, gasping when you gently rested your hand on the crease where his thigh met his hip.
You moved your hand up and down his thigh, making him squirm and thrust up against nothing but air. He practically whined, his hand clawing at the sheets.
“Touch me,” he begged, voice cracking.
“I am touching you,” you said with a wolfish grin.
“Damn it, woman,” he groaned, “if the heat don’t kill me, you sure as shit will have the pleasure yourself.”
“Patience,” you chided, not sure how long you could keep this up—you wanted him inside you, and you wanted him now—but you loved seeing him spread out and desperate for you.
Finally, you wrapped your hand around him and gave a long, firm stroke. He threw his head back and moaned, arching into your touch. You licked your lips as you studied his cock, the thick length of it twitching ever so slightly in your hand. You rubbed at the underside of the head with your thumb and your mouth watered when a bead of precome welled up at the tip. On instinct, you moved down to lick it off.
Ezra cursed, bucking up to meet your mouth. You held him down by the hip before taking him into your mouth as far as you could.
“Fuck, sweetheart—I—fuck!” Ezra cried out, clawing at the sheets with his hand, writhing against your hand where it held him down. When you tentatively reached down to gently squeeze his balls, he nearly sobbed.
“I’m gonna—” Ezra gasped.
You pulled your mouth off of him, then, replacing it with your hand, not moving, just holding him at the base.
“Hold on, I didn’t say stop,” he said with a breathless chuckle. “Everything alright?”
“I want you inside me,” you whispered, barely audible.
Ezra reached out to still your movements. “I don’t have protection, sweetheart,” he said, voice strained.
You bit your bottom lip, averting Ezra’s gaze for a moment. “I have the implant,” you said, looking him in the eye again.
Ezra’s eyebrow shot up. “Well, shit, woman,” he said. “Thought they only had those fancy contraptions in the Ephrate.”
“They do,” you said. “I did have some decent money, once. In the rush. Before my crew took it all and left.”
“You and I have trod similar paths, so it would seem,” Ezra said.
“The rush left a lot of us in the dust,” you said.
Ezra nodded. “The deadliest dust there is.”
After a long moment, he sat up to kiss you, just a gentle press of lips. You put your arms around him and closed your eyes, breathing with him for a moment.
“How do you want to—which way should we—” you stumbled over your words.
“You may have me whichever way you desire,” Ezra said, voice low in your ear, “and I will do my darnedest to provide.”
“Can—can you be on top?” You started, “I mean—I will if it’s easier, but my thighs are kind of killing me.”
Ezra chuckled, and you thrilled at the vibration of it against your chest. “Lay back,” he said.
You complied, laying down on the bed mat. He reached behind you to grab the pillow.
“Lift up that pretty ass of yours for me,” he said, and you did. Kneeling before you, he placed the pillow under your hips.
“Reckon my knees will hold me up longer than my arm,” he said, gripping your hip to tug you towards him.
“Guess both our thighs will be burning tonight,” you said with a sly smile.
“Worth every ache,” he replied, taking himself in hand.
He slowly rubbed at your slit with the head of his cock. You moaned, your cunt clenching against thin air as you felt wetness dribble down. Ezra dragged his cockhead through the slick, gathering it before rubbing at your clit directly. You gasped at the jolt of pleasure lighting up your body—it felt so good you could cry. You could hardly stand the teasing anymore, wanting him inside you now more than ever.
“Ezra, please,” you begged.
At your urging, he lined himself up and slid inside you with one deliberate movement. The sensation of his thick cock filling you up, the almost-aching stretch of it—it was better than you ever imagined. He grabbed you by the hip again to pull you even closer as he began to thrust into you at a steady pace.
“Look at you,” Ezra said, his voice gravelly and low, “takin’ my cock like it was made for you. Shoulda known you’d feel this good, sweetheart.”
“Ezra,” you panted, “Ezra.”
You looked up at Ezra as he filled you completely—from his pupils blown wide and his lips slightly parted, to the broad expanse of his shoulders, to the torso adorned with freckles and scars, to—fuck, where his cock was seated deep in your cunt—he was more beautiful than any gemstone.
You could tell Ezra was trying to control the pace of his thrusts, biting his lip in concentration. You didn’t want him to hold back.
“Harder,” you breathed.
“I ain’t gonna last,” Ezra said through gritted teeth.
“I don’t care!” You cried out, clenching down on him.
“Fuck!” Ezra leaned forward and braced himself against the bed, arm trembling with the effort as he set a brutal pace, fucking into you hard and deep and unrelenting. You nearly screamed.
“Touch yourself, sweetheart,” Ezra’s voice was frantic and loud, “come for me, please, please, fuck!”
You rubbed your clit for hardly a moment before you shook apart, your cunt spasming around his cock, your body consumed in flames of pleasure so intense you could hardly breathe.
Ezra managed a few more thrusts before he came with a shout, his cock inside you as deep as it could go.
–
In the aftermath, Ezra collapsed beside you, absolutely exhausted. You turned your head to kiss him, lazy and slow.
“If it’s alright with you,” he said, his breath warm and close, “I’m inclined to take the day off tomorrow.”
“We’re sure going to be sore,” you sighed.
“Well, yes,” he agreed, “but I’m keen on more...sparrin’ practice.”
“You can say sex, you know,” you laughed, “not everything has to be a metaphor.”
Ezra smiled. “I do have an inclination to run my mouth, don’t I.”
“Really? I hadn’t noticed.”
Ezra just rolled his eyes before taking your hand in his, your fingers twining together.
“I just realized,” you said, looking over at Ezra’s desk, “I could’ve sat on that chair instead of your face. Would’ve made things easier.”
Ezra’s eyes widened a fraction, looking over at the chair, then back to you.
“Why didn’t I think of that? I am dumber than a box of rocks,” he said with a chuckle. “But I do believe my method is superior.”
“We’ll have to test your theory,” you said. “Do some serious research.”
Ezra nodded eagerly before setting a steely expression with a furrowed brow. “Of course.”
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content: phone sex (well, radio sex if you wanna get technical), cunnilingus, face-sitting, blowjob, vaginal sex
a/n: listen. all the scifi sex I write will conveniently make use of “the implant” purely so they can raw-dog it. also like where tf is ezra gonna go buy space condoms. this is set in the fringes of the galaxy. it’s not like he can pop over to space cvs and get some cosmic cock wrappers for his magnum dong. they don’t carry them at the shuttle station, okay?
and yes I DO go back and forth in my fics deciding whether “come” or “cum” is hotter/more grammatically correct/etc and this is a come fic, apologies to the cum crowd
special thanks to taylor (@damerondjarin) for the exchange of messages that inspired this fic, and for all the moral support thereafter. believe it or not this entire fic was supposed to be JUST the face-sitting sex scene and uh it expanded from there. Oops.
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The ‘EDDIE TALKS ABOUT THE SHOOTING…SORTA’ reaction dump:
After the sneak peek at the equestrian park I can say honestly I’m not ready but also completely ready so ahhhh
How she gonna fall over the rails up that high??
Oh yall dumb dumb lmao wtf
He just fuckin let go ?!??????/
And pointing at her like no one can clearly see she's hanging for her life
Chimney!!!!!!! The gang is so, so close to being back together yessssss
OH MY GOD DOMESTIC EDDIE BEING ADORABLE IM MELTING DYING CAN'T LIVE
THE SMILE AND THE CREAM CHEESE MUSTACHE
THE NOOOOOOOOOOOSE
HE'S BEING PLAYFUL WITH CHRIS IM PERISHING OMG MY HEARTTTTTTTTTTTTT HES GETTING THERE
YOU'RE DOING GREAT SWEETIE
WAIT -- ??? WHAT???????
OH YOU MOTHER FUCKERS
I'm personally sending y'all my therapy bills you assholes oh my god whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
"You're always dying" - I - excuse you?! FOX WE NEED TO TALK
I expect that from fanfic not on my screen! It hits harder in canon tho holy shit
Bobby, I'm so fucking glad to see you and Eddie together y'all don't even know
Pls I actually like poor Jonah :(
That's not dumb luck, that's just being dumb with shitty luck
Taking this commercial break to reflect on how well Fox pulled the rug out from under us with the happy kitchen scene but bitches I expect to finally get a happy kitchen scene okay?
Again I'll say, dumb decision with shitty luck lol
That has Chimney written all over it lmao
Karen on my screen, for real real? GIMME MORE OF HER PLSS
It's a full moon, suddenly all this chaos makes sense
I'm desperately trying NOT to make a "here's your sign joke"
The Hen/Chim sass is back ahhh I love ittttttt god I missed it
Eddie, talking with Chris about Frank and therapy my heart ♥♥♥
I swear if this is another bait and switch I will riot
Baby Chris noooooooooooooooo never ever
And now sick Jee-Yun, I'm gonna go sob now
Oh shit she's going the Daniel route oh no oh no oh no
Fox I'll square up if you hurt a single hair on Jee or Chris' heads I STG
Like they really aren't fucking around with the punches today, huh
(I dig it tho)
They had to keep his ass in frame huh
I mean I'm not complaining but lol perfect position for some respectful looking
Madney bbies ily ♥
Kenneth and JLH are knocking this out of the park!!!
We get MORE therapy Eddie ?! M O R E ???
Logically I knew this but also the showrunners/writers love having shit happen off screen so ya know
Buck, babe that wasn't even close to the assignment but cute AF
The fact that theres so much 'Buck and Chris drawing together' in fanon and now its CANON is a WIN!!!!
If Eddie puts that on the fridge I will LOSE it
Jee being okay and the handholding is giving me a lot of hope for the Buckley-Han family going forward ♥♥♥
Oh shit he isn't going to make it, is he
I'm hoping he makes it -- wait is that the first chick ? She was the doc?? Damn, did not see that coming
I'm so glad the kid didn't die
How the fuck is Buck holding those things straight out of the oven
Its like the sink pizza all over again lmao
MORE BATHENA MOMENTS TOO?? What did we deserve to get served so well today??
(suffer through 5A and the BT/L drama, probably)
Shoulda fessed up dumbass, just sayin. We all know Taylor doesn't just give up a leaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad
Buck, it was def you bud
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How they gonna just end there I need another hour !!!
Honestly this felt like OG 911 and I loved it so damn much. Get back to the fast paced action and feature all the cast. I've missed the Bathena moments and we seriously need way more Karen. That game night was so much fun! I missed Chimney and Hen teaming up so much more than I thought I did and I'm so happy to see it back.
#911 spoilers#911 fox#reaction dump#listen yall all I'm saying is I better see dozens of fics centered around Buck's drawing okay#DOZENS#just imagining Eddie pinning it on the fridge under one of those stick figure magnets with his lil smile
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HELLO MY LOVE!!
we were talking about your corpo!V and Kerry's wedding and i had to ask: who pops the question? how does it go down? do they ask for friends' help?
gimme everything 🥺
ps.: i fucking love you.
MY ANGEL I LOVE YOU
okay so i’ve had to think about this all day and then in the meantime i actually finished my playthrough aND WAS IN TEARS so now i am here to make myself feel better with your beautiful help and i will stay in this fluffy cloud of LOVE AND EMOTION.
here we go, SO, when it comes to getting married, weddings, stuff like that, i don't think either of them have really talked about it. the future's always been sort of a sore spot for them because once upon a time they didn't even think they had one, so it's almost like they don't wanna jinx it now that they kind of do, they just go day to day, moment to moment, taking everything as it comes, fuck what might happen tomorrow, you know?
and on top of that, Kerry's been married before, and he sees that as a burn, in a way. the way it ended was a mess, he lost so much - not even mentioning the money, houses, cars, but he lost his best friend too (i like to think he loved his wife a lot) and it's hard to come back from something like that, and what he has with V is *good*, they're *happy*, why try change that with official papers and traditions and stuff?
BUT THEN, all that kind of changes when they're, i dunno, having drinks with Judy one night (Judy's got a girlfriend at this point, met her in Seattle, she's come back to NC for a little visit and V insists she stays with them at the villa. Judy's hyped because she's lowkey a Kerry fan, her girlfriend has no idea who he is but Kerry's charming as all hell so it doesn't take her long to warm up to him either) and they have NEWS. Judy proposed. she tells them both this story about how magical it was, the setting, the romance, god, she's so happy that even they can feel it, as if it's warming into them like rays from the sun, you know?
and when the girls have gone to bed, leaving Kerry and V downstairs, they're both still kind of thinking about it. they've been together a while now so it's only natural to society that marriage would be the next step. V asks him, "y'ever think about doin' it again? y'know, gettin' married?"
Kerry looks at him, a little alarmed, "why, you thinkin' of proposing?"
V laughs, shakes his head, "nah, no, no i didn't mean - just wondered, that's alI." and then he changes the subject cause he feels like he's sort of crept onto a sore spot of Ker's, bringing up that kind of thing. but now it's in Kerry's head. he saw V's face, saw whether he kid likes it or not that there was a glimmer in those eyes he knows so well of his, sparking hopeful. and he starts thinking.
next morning, they say bye to Judy and her now-fiancee, but Kerry grabs hold of Judy's contact details, tells her he needs to talk to her, and they meet for coffee before they head out of town. Judy's immediately on the defensive, like, "you better not be breaking up with him or i swear to god--" and Kerry's like "whoa, shit, you whacked? course i don’t wanna break up with him, i wanna marry him," aND WHEN I TELL YOU I'M SCREAMING WHILE I WRITE THIS jfc
sO ANYWAY Kerry enlists the help of Judy, who is pretty useless when it comes to wedding planning but she knows V the most, so he figures it's his best chance. he only gets one shot at this so he has it in his head that he needs it to be perfect. V deserves the best. the most extravagant. thinks about flying them to fucking Paris on a private jet, looks into dinner on the moon, all of this bat-shit crazy stuff that Judy's like "...no" to but Kerry's not listening. running away with his ideas as he so often does.
a few weeks pass and he's got the rings, he's got the speech planned, he decided to keep it casual (and by casual i mean he's basically kitted out the entirety of Dark Matter in the most romantic way possible. candles everywhere, leading up the stairs, towards the lift, IN the lift, on the rooftop, rose petals, champagne on ice, it's a fucking wonderland, and he still feels like it doesn't encompass how much he loves V,) tells V to be there for 8pm sharp, under no circumstances can he be late.
spoiler alert: V's late.
THIS NEXT BIT IS UNDER A CUT CAUSE IT GOT SOO LONG LMAOO
he was doing a gig and lost track of time, didn't even get chance to get changed, so when he shows up he's in merc gear, armed, covered in blood that is definitely Not His, looks a fucking mess, and now he has no idea what's going on because why is Kerry so obsessed with FIRE??? walks out onto the rooftop like "think you're gonna need to grab that black-market C6 this time if you wanna burn this place down, Ker."
aND KERRY'S STOOD BY THE BALCONY NERVOUS AS ALL HELL, WEARING A SPARKLY-ASS SUIT (BECAUSE HE DOES NOT DO STANDARD TUXEDOS) but now he's mad as shit too cause V's late and he explicitly said dON'T BE LATE and now some of the candles have burnt out and he's like "it's all fuckin' ruined" cause he's a drama king and V's laughing because this adorable human being is the person he loves more than life itself
so V's like "what's the occasion?" and Kerry's like "ah fuck it, fine, s'not how i wanted it to go but here we fuckin' are i guess," and then he goes into this whole thing about how much he loves V, how he never thought he would find what they have in his lifetime, had given up on it ever happening even, but... god, if he doesn't feel like the luckiest guy on earth. and he knows it won't be easy, knows there's gonna be problems, already is problems, but it's nothing they can't get through as long as they're together.
and then at the end, when he pulls out the ring and is like, "will you marry me?" V starts laughing and immediately he's MAD again like little feral badger, scrunching his face with panic and sheer fuckin fear like, "the fuck is so funny?" and V's like, "no, no, i'm not laughin' at you, it's - fuck, gimme a sec,"
and while Kerry's being all adorable and pouty because he is a Man In His Feelings, V then pulls out a small velvet box from his own jacket pocket, pops it open and there's this gorgeous platinum ring in there, tells him softly, nervously, "been carryin' this 'round with me for a while now, wonderin' when would be best, but... 'pparently you worked that out before i could, so..."
dun dun dun plot twist tHEY WERE GONNA PROPOSE TO EACH OTHER ALL ALONG.
V says yes to Kerry, obviously, it's a whole, "'course i'll marry ya, you gonk," and then he takes the ring out of his own box to give to Kerry
and Kerry stops him, talking about, "whoa whoa whoa, hold on, aren't you gonna ask me first?"
and V's like "but we just -"
"what, so i don't deserve a proposal now?" and it's sO CUTE AND DLKGJDHLKJ
so then V rolls his eyes, fULL OF LOVE FOR THIS HUMAN, even gets down on one knee to be EXTRA, and is like, "Kerry Eurodyne, light of my fuckin' life, would you do me the absolute honor and privilege of becomin' my husband?"
instantly Kerry tuts, "ah, i dunno. might need to think about it."
sO THEN V GETS UP AND GRABS HIM ALL CUTE AND LAUGHING AND KERRY STARTS LAUGHING TOO AND IS LIKE COURSE I WILL, AND THEN V GIVES HIM HIS RING TOO AND THEY KISS AND THEY SAY THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AND I AM READY TO JSUT GO MELT INTO THIS PUDDLE
THANK YOU FOR ASKING ME THIS I AM SO SORRY IT GOT SO LONG JFC
I LOVE YOU SO VERY FUCKIN MUCH MY LOVE <3 <3
#sea-murai#kerry x v#otp: romantic as fuck#THE WAY I JUST DIED FOR THE LAST TEN MINUTES WRITING THIS#I'M SO SORRY FOR THE LENGHT JFC#BUT I HAD FEELINGS#I LOVE YOU ZELDA#SO VERY VERY VERY MUCH
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I’d love to see you tackle 5 or 44! Congrats on the Kudos!
Thank you! 5 was included previously, so just 44. 🙂 This one is explicit, FYI.
Prompt 5: “I still remember the way you taste.”
Cell Date
Getting smart about how he acted behind bars was really starting to pay off for Mickey. Not only was he staying out of trouble so that he’d have a chance of making early parole, he was also forging advantageous relationships, mostly with the guards and the old-timers that liked to do good deeds like helping other inmates get an education or decent legal representation.
Little things like that, plus abstaining from shanking for pay or cold-cocking bitches who got mouthy, were making this Mickey’s most pleasant and drama-free stint in prison since his unceremonious induction into juvie ten years previous.
Along with his cooperation and best behavior came some quality perks: first pick of audiobooks from the dude he helped in the library; extra jello, pudding, and french fries from that dude’s kitchen husband; extended yard and gym time when the guard he had people doing favors for on the outside was on duty; and the holy grail, his very own recently acquired smartphone, which he could keep with him in his cell whenever the right people were working, and otherwise stow with a friend when sweep checks were imminent. All he had to do to get safekeeping was provide phone privilege favors. Gave him an extra source of income too, when he sold video call time to inmates on the side.
Tonight, though, he was finally gonna have the damn cell to himself all night long. His bunkmate had just been released, no one else had been assigned to his bed yet, and the overnight guard was a friendly. That meant that at long last, he’d be able to have some kind of sexual escapade with his boyfriend for the first time since he’d gotten locked up nine months ago. As a bonus, they could maybe stay up shooting the shit too. But really, Mickey was horny as hell, and he imagined that Ian was too.
They had a kind of ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy when it came to banging other people while they were apart, but as a rule, they weren’t allowed to do it more than once a month, or with the same guy twice, blowjobs included. That meant a lot of lonely masturbation sessions on both sides of the prison walls.
It was cruel that the only relief they could get from each other was by proxy of their own hands anyway, but at least now they’d be able to watch each other and egg each other on. It wasn’t the most ideal situation ever, but it was way better than having to stick to innocuous topics on the prison landlines that ran out at the ten minute mark.
This was going to be a treat.
He waited ’til 30 minutes past lights out just to be sure the coast was clear, counting down the minutes like a fucking schoolgirl waiting to make an illicit phone call after her parents fell asleep. As soon as the digital display hit 9:30, he was eagerly punching in the memorized number, smirking as he selected the video option.
He actually felt nervous as it rang, irrationally worried that Ian would be indisposed despite their agreed upon time and date. It took almost four whole rings before the display lit up, and a buffering vision of Ian appeared.
Mickey’s smile couldn’t help but mirror the cheerful redhead’s, and it only widened when he heard his deep, familiar voice.
“Hey, Mick.”
“Gallagher,” he replied softly and full of affection.
“I can barely see you,” Ian said with a chuckle. “That's not really fair.”
“Oh, shit, yeah. Forgot. Hang on.”
He’d managed to get his hands on a clip-on reading light through the library contraband network, so it would have to do. He dug it out from the hole in his thin-ass mattress pad and clipped it to the bar of the lower bunk, angling it toward his face and flipping it on. It wasn’t exactly super-bright, but it was good enough.
“Happy now? This is the best I could do on the after-hours lighting.”
“Yeah, I am. You look good.”
“Shut the fuck up. You look way better. Like a free man.”
Ian ran a hand through his hair, and Mickey wished it were his hand. “It is a nifty advantage, but it’d be a lot better if you were next to me.”
“Yeah, no shit. I’m getting the rawer deal here.”
“Who’s fault is that?” Ian challenged with a raised brow.
Mickey licked his lips, humming. “Didn’t realize the purpose of this call was to get on my ass about gettin’ locked up. Thought we already did that fun routine.”
Ian sighed. “You’re right, I’m sorry. I just miss you.”
“I’m doin’ what I can, gingerbread. Might get lucky in the next few months. Been playin’ the game all nice like. No demerits on my scorecard.”
“I appreciate that. You know I’ll be waiting.”
“Mm.”
“So… what’s new?”
Mickey laughed. “You want me to recount the thrilling tales of the jailbird jerk-offs? How would that be interesting or entertaining?”
“I’m pretty sure you witness more random acts of weirdness than I do everyday. You want me to talk about my job and coworkers, or my niece and nephew? I’m sure you’re dying to know on all counts.”
“Yeah, you got me figured out, Gallagher. That’s exactly why I wanted this dimly lit video call with your pale ass.”
Ian snickered. “Is this the part where we jump straight to the sex?”
Mickey shrugged and scratched his balls. “I mean, if we were in person without that fuckin’ glass between us, we woulda already been bangin’ by now.”
“Can’t argue with that.”
“So?”
“What?”
“Show me your dick.”
Ian snorted, and it was nice to see him laugh unrestrainedly. They usually didn’t do too much laughing during his visits.
“It’s not hard yet.”
“Well, what the fuck you waitin’ for? Shoulda started before I called.”
“God, Mick, you really know how to romance a guy on his first date in nearly a year.”
“If this is a date, you got a really low bar, man.”
“Haven’t I always?”
“‘Ey! Fuck you.”
Ian laughed again and it made Mickey smile wide. He was gonna get addicted to these phone interludes, he could tell.
“Which reminds me… I expect you to take me out a few times when you get sprung, Milkovich. Restaurants, clubs, movies, the works.”
Mickey rolled his eyes. “Exactly how many acts of penance are on your little atonement list?”
“As many as I want. You got a problem with that?”
“You know I didn’t get locked up on purpose, right? Cuz I think you maybe don’t know that.”
“I think that I want you to stop putting yourself in situations where one of the possible outcomes is getting locked up. Cuz then we’re forced to resort to one sad long-distance video wank every nine months, which kinda fuckin’ blows, and not in the good way.”
“First of all, as long as I don’t get this shit confiscated by one of the asshole guards, we can keep doin’ this pretty regularly. Secondly, we haven’t even gotten to the wank part yet, so don’t call it sad. Also, is sex all that matters to you?”
“Says the guy who just told me to shut up and get my dick out.”
“Like you said, it’s been a long time.”
“And I’ve already told you that I miss you and want you beside me. I thought you wanted your dick stroked, not your ego.”
“Good one,” said Mickey, reaching down to fondle himself. “So how we gonna do this?”
“The only way we can, I guess.”
“Fine. Do I get to ask you to start touching yourself now?”
Ian giggled. “Yeah, yeah, let’s get it over with.”
“What kind of attitude is that? Get the hell on board or this ain’t gonna work.”
“Calm down and get your cock hard, convict boy.”
Mickey didn’t need to be told twice. He slipped his hand under the waistband of his boxers, rubbing and squeezing gently.
“You gonna give me somethin’ to look at or what?”
“Gimme a minute, fool. It’s not gonna be very pretty in its current state.”
They both went non-verbal for a while as their arms started working, the only sounds being stray gasps, rustling noises, and slick skin against skin.
“‘Kay,” urged Mickey, “lemme see it.”
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
“Fine, just flip the camera.”
Mickey pressed around and activated the rear camera with flash, licking his lips when the screen filled with Ian’s lower half, hand jerking his big dick in that perfect rhythm he remembered so well. It forced out a moan before he could catch himself.
“Mick,” Ian whispered, and he suddenly missed the feel of his boyfriend’s breath blowing hot against his skin as they fucked. And that just reminded him of the way he’d nip and lick at Mickey’s neck, or pinch his nipples at just the right time.
“Ian,” he groaned, his strokes getting faster and more deliberate now that he was fully hard. “Miss you.”
And that was definitely the lamest shit to say when you were supposed to be talking dirty for the purposes of video sex, but it’s what came out of his mouth on account of all the memories surfacing, coupled with the regret of not being able to put his hands on Ian or have Ian’s hands put on him.
Mickey had never wanted to suck a dick so badly in his entire life, simply because he was being denied the opportunity. He’d almost forgotten how delicious Ian’s cock really was. It could wreck him all night long, or Mickey could worship it a little on his hands and knees when the urge overcame him. He wanted it in him one way or the other. Keeping him away from it was cruel and unusual punishment.
“Wanna fuck you, Mick.” Ian was still using this soft, breathy voice that was making him crazy. “Wanna see your ass.”
Mickey’s hand faltered for a moment as he snickered. “How the fuck am I supposed to get you that camera angle right now, genius?”
“You really didn’t think this through enough first,” chided Ian.
“Suck my dick, Gallagher.”
“Mmm, I’d love to get my mouth on you right now. I still remember the way you taste.”
“Oh, shit.”
Mickey’s jerks got tighter with that fantasy egging him on, and silkier with the ease of the pre-cum oozing from his slit.
“You got something to stick up your ass?”
Mickey whined. “Fuckin’ wish. Don’t exactly got a dildo permit, and that’s the kinda contraband no one tries to smuggle or sell.”
“A finger or two will do, right?” asked Ian, pausing for a moment to squirt some lube into his hand.
“‘Ey! What the fuck? No fair! You want me to try and prop this thing somewhere so you can watch me finger myself without lube, and you’re gonna casually use some to jack off with right in front of me? Read the room, fuckhead.”
Ian chuckled. “Sorry, Mick. What happened to the mayo packets?”
Mickey grimaced, regretting ever having told Ian about sometimes using that condiment as lube when he wanted to spice up a solo sesh. “Shut the fuck up and just help me get a damn orgasm.”
“What else am I supposed to do?”
“I don’t fuckin’ know! What am I, the video sex expert?”
“You’re not a sexpert?”
“Now is not the time for your lame jokes, okay?”
“Yeah, okay, but I’ve never done this before either, jackass. I already made my request and you’re ignoring it. You do that for me, I’ll do something for you.”
“Fine, but if I do this for you, I won’t be able to see shit while it’s happenin’, so you have to fuckin’ wait to blow your load, or I’ll never do this with you again.”
“So is that your request? To see me blow my load?”
“Bitch, do I need to explain how porn works to you? You know how at the end of the video, you get to see everybody come? Jizz flyin’ everywhere?”
“Oh, believe me, next time we’re actually together in bed, I will cover you in jizz from head to toe.”
“That’s a lofty goal. Could take a while.”
“I’m willing to put in the hours. Now… get to it.”
Mickey sighed and let his cock fall out of his grip, glancing around to try and figure out how he could set the camera up in a decent place to where it would actually get what Ian wanted in frame.
“You’re gonna have to tell me if I need to adjust it, but I don’t have a lot of options, so just tell me when it’s good enough. Don’t need to get all Scorcese with the precision.”
It took a couple of minutes to figure out something that worked, his erection flagging to half-mast as he concentrated on the task Ian had given him. He was pretty sure that Ian should be the one going out of his way to give Mickey a nice show, but he figured if he let Ian have one first, he could make requests for their next long-distance fuck date.
Once Ian said it was good, Mickey kneeled and sat on his haunches, body remaining upright. He could only imagine what his asshole looked like through that badly lit phone camera, but whatever. At least he didn’t have to look at it. Ian could go crazy for it if he wanted to, and apparently he was if the renewed moaning was any indication.
“Get it wet,” Ian directed.
Mickey licked his palm and gave his cock a few tugs to get it back into the game, then spit in his hand and did what he could to work it around his hole. He was crouched with the damn top bunk rubbing against his bent head, with no view other than stiff white sheets and his own thighs and dick.
Yes, Ian was going to owe him a nice fucking show for this crap.
“Well?” the cocky little prick demanded. “Play with it.”
“Hold your damn horses, I ain’t a cam boy,” retorted Mickey.
With a deep sigh, he emptied his mind of the discomfort of his position and the embarrassment of his actions, and just went for it, wetting his finger with his mouth, then shoving it in as far as he could get it on initial entry. It wasn’t very far, but he wiggled and shimmied it as he slid it in and out, until eventually it was in as far as it could go from the angle he was in. He could faintly hear Ian going to town on himself, and he once again longed to be the one doing it to him. Pressing his ass back onto Ian’s cock instead of his own measly finger. Getting Ian’s big hand around his own dick while he did it.
As it were, he had to use his left hand to get some action on his dick, and as soon as he got back into the swing of things on that score, he set about trying to hit his prostate with his right hand.
“Add another one,” rasped Ian.
“You’re gettin’ real mouthy, ain’t you,” Mickey complained, wetting his hand again before sliding in two fingers to the knuckles.
“Oh, sorry, am I supposed to just remain quiet during this phone sex?”
“Stop sassin' me while I try to hit the spot. Some of us don’t got long-ass E.T. fingers.”
Ian chortled. “Jesus, Mick. Can you not bring my favorite childhood movie into this? Plus, you don’t need to go that deep. Just flip your hand over and crook your fingers. You’ll find it.”
“You think you know my ass better than I do?”
“Probably.”
Mickey did as suggested, even though it was the weirdest combination of body angles. It didn’t do anything at first, then all of a sudden, “Oh.”
Both hands got fast and furious as he felt that familiar tingly throb building up inside. He let himself get lost in it for a few minutes, then came to just enough to realize that he wanted a visual of Ian to orgasm to. It’s what he'd been looking forward to all week.
All at once, he stopped, flipping onto his back and grabbing the phone. All he could see on screen now was the damn ceiling, which was annoying, but also hilarious, since it meant that Ian was probably holding the stupid phone a few inches from his stupid face.
“Why’d you stop?” asked Ian breathily.
“Cuz I wanna see you, numbnuts. As fascinating as your ceiling is, it'd be great if you got the main attraction back onscreen. Please and thank you.”
Ian tittered and angled the camera back down, pushing it past his sternum. “‘Kay, where’s yours?”
Mickey pointed his phone back toward his crotch, eyes extremely focused on Ian’s impossibly hard red dick and large pale hand, sighing when he touched himself again. He needed a finger or two back in his ass, though. He always came harder with something up his ass, and it reminded him more of Ian too.
But there was no way to film himself and still get a view of Ian, plus use both hands to get himself off. He had to choose one type of orgasm to have, and since he wasn’t entirely sure he could pop from anal only, he stuck with the jerking off.
Maybe Ian was right. He hadn’t thought this through enough. But he knew exactly what his daydreams would be scheming up until their next interlude.
“You gonna come all over yourself like I asked?” said Mickey.
“Just a sec,” Ian replied with a grunt.
Mickey’s hand synced up with Ian’s, flying up and down his length on the phone screen. “Wanna see it on your stomach and in your pubes.”
Ian’s moans and groans got louder and closer together, building Mickey’s excitement up to the edge.
And then of course his gay-ass boyfriend had to go and say some gay-ass shit like, “I love you!”
And then he was shooting jizz out the tip of his dick, letting it get everywhere.
And the effect was the same as a quality porno scene in that it made Mickey come too, eyes squinting shut as the sensations overwhelmed him. He wanted to throw the phone across the room, but he somehow managed to keep it resting against his chest and filming everything.
As soon as the last of it gushed out, he did let the phone drop next to him for a short time, and Ian must’ve been recovering too, because he didn’t hear any complaints. He reached for the toilet paper roll and wiped himself down as best he could, not bothering to put his shorts back on when he was done.
He flipped onto his stomach, picked up the phone and went back to the front camera, leaning it up against the wall as he burrowed a pillow under his chin.
“That was halfway decent, Gallagher.” He grinned in relaxed satisfaction.
Ian flipped his camera back too, lying on his side, and propping the phone up against what was probably the empty pillow next to him that Mickey should be on.
“You’ll get the real thing soon enough,” Ian replied with a sleepy smile.
“Fuckin’ hope so…” he trailed off in thought. “Sorry I can’t be there. It is my fault.”
“Nah, just forget about all that, okay? All we can do now is get through the time that’s left. But if you think I’m not gonna ride your ass the non-sexy way when you get out, you’re dead wrong. Not gonna let this shit happen again.”
“You want me workin’ some minimum wage bullshit legit job?”
“Yep. We know how to be poor, Mick. Tired of getting the shitty end of all the risk.”
“Your pillow talk could use some work, Red.”
“I know. Thanks for showing me your asshole earlier.”
Mickey laughed. “No sweat. Well, probly some sweat.”
Ian snorted and shook his head. “Shut up. I’m glad we get to do this. It’s nice being with you at bedtime.”
“Be nicer if it included your dick in my ass, but I guess it’s alright.”
“Want me to tell you about the boring shit now?”
“Might as well.”
“As long as you don’t fall asleep before you tell me you love me, bitch.”
Mickey frowned. “Normal people don’t shout that shit as they’re coming, you freak.”
“I don’t care when you say it, just fit it in.”
It wasn’t really something they could comfortably say to one another on their regular taped prison calls and visits. It was better for Mickey's orientation not to be common knowledge to the wrong people around the joint.
“I love you, you silly bastard, now tell me about your dumbass day.”
Ian smiled brightly. “Franny did the cutest shit…”
Mickey half-listened, content to be in the distant presence of Ian’s face, voice, and manner; imagining a day soon to come when they would be reunited for good in the great wide open.
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You enjoyed "Red is aropan in my daydreams and this makes me happy", you liked "Red is demiro in the game and this makes me excited", now get ready for the Threequel
"Red has ADHD and I am over the moon with joy"
V emotional- got so sad when he didn't save the Heroine!!!!
Rejection. Sensitive. Dysphoria. He got super sad when he thought the MC didn't like him :(( but it was Soi!! And Eri's an idiot!! But he wouldn't know that :( he got super sad and had an existential crisis and ran away :( sad boi hours
In Yuri's lil diary entry I can't remember if Tei falls asleep in class and Red stares out the window or if Red falls asleep and Tei stares at the window- either wayyyy
Obsesses over his concept - this could just be cuz of his issues of feeling like a failure but Lance has a similar/opposite issue and imo he seems to kinda ignore his concept, like he doesn't think abt it a lot? Feels like more of a hyperfixation for Red than anything else
As far as I remember he doesn't tend to get involved in conversations unless they're in some way related to smth he's interested in? Like when they talked abt the exams he got distracted by the cheese, and when they were abt to get out the limo once he linked it to the video games he plays and said the ppl outside was like the boss level or smth??
On that note it's easier for him to do stuff that's related to stuff he's interested in- he finds it hard to do maths and focus in lessons and revise but he finds it super easy to read the play script and act in the play. In fact I'm certain the only the reason he got interested in the drama club was cuz of the plot of the play
Stimming!!! ^^ I remember the MC once talking abt him jumping up and down and I think clapping too, and maybe laughing? I personally do a lot of The Happy Giggle Stim™- I don't remember much else to do w that tho
After they went to the shops in Lance's route I can't remember exactly if Red spent a lot but ik the total that everyone bought cost a shit ton and I wouldn't doubt Red would've had a part to play in that. Tei I think spent a lot to piss off Yuri but ADHD means you don't have ~object permanence~ so Red was ~money blind~
Never wears the uniform right. Doesn't wear the fuckin bow thingy, imagine if he did. Red in a bow. So cute.
Probably wears the same outfit all the time w/o prompts from others - I'm literally wearing the same rainbow dress I do all the time and generally only change if it's in the wash or for school etc. This could be a thing that the dolls do anyway but Red was the one who said their original outfits were the most comf sooo
Issues w boundaries esp w the MC. Kinda forced her to join the play even if she didn't want to and made her run to school w/o even a warning and even tho she didn't want to
Issues w controlling volume. He a loud boi
Forgets words/says words weird. I do this all the time. 'Babbler ghost' lmao
Sometimes doesn't understand jokes or sarcasm and often misunderstands/miscommunicates
Doesn't understand social 'rules': randomly starts throwing bread to help the dinner lady; I mentioned this in the last one but he didn't understand the girl who gave him the chocolate had a crush on him; doesn't consider that he shouldn't hang around with the MC all the time cuz it draws attention to her and doesn't seem to understand that That's Bad™; he isn't usually polite- "HEROINE GIMME FOOD :)" lmao <- also says stuff w/o context, I think he started calling her Heroine before he even explained it to her
Overthinks things. Heroine likes Tei -> Heroine doesn't like me -> Heroine ditched me -> Heroine hates me -> No one likes me -> Everyone hates me and Tei and Yeonho only pretend to like me out of pity -> They want to get rid of me -> I should run away. At least that's how I assume it went down-
I completely believe that ADHD would be slightly more understood if it was instead called Dopamine Deficiency Disorder but I won't deny, Red rlly does put the Hyperactivity into Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder
Again, because I said so, and he makes me very happy :)
#my post#veritportal#neutralitea#cheritz#nameless the one thing you must recall#^^#pls giv this notes too ;-; this giv serotonin v muchhhhh#swearing cw#adhd
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D, H, I, N, & T because I am curious and greedy 😘
i love it 💜
D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t (again: be nice)
hmmm this is a good question. I can’t really ever get 100% behind a ship that’s like half of one of my OTP’s with somebody else. It’s not that I can’t like it, but it’s never endgame. So I’ve read and loved some great BuckyNat and I love this one fic where Steve and Nat sleep together as friends but I can’t like SHIP SHIP them because Stucky is embedded into my soul. I live for Stiles having a slutty phase and sleeping with the entire fucking world, so I’m cool with reading him with other people, but Sterek is always gonna be endgame for me. So yeah. I’m a sap, I guess. SamBucky is probably a good example of this. They’re cute and funny and people are gonna ship the shit out of them bc Mackie and Sebastian are hilarious together and they will actually interact on screen for more than three minutes (gasp!). And I get it! But... I can’t. Not really. I’m going down with that Stucky ship, man.
H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., tv shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)
oooooh another good one. TV Shows! So I’ve never been intense about a fandom except the MCU and then Teen Wolf. So I’m working with like 42 total minutes of screentime and approximately 19 words of dialog from Bucky in all of that. For my favorite character and half of my OTP. Which is fucked. We get some great scenes...but not very many of them. So it’s been fun to get into Teen Wolf which I’m still not even done watching. My OTP over there ALSO only has like 5 seconds of shared screentime, but there’s more little shit and more character development and more quirks and more randomness I can pick up on because there’s just more there to work with.
I - Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why
whole fandoms, no. but I’ve gotten good at blocking and unfollowing people because there’s a whole lot of drama and bullshit out there. I only really interact with a handful of people who are chill and lovely and I prefer it like that. Fandom is my happy place and my escape, so if people are ridiculous I’m pretty quick to tap out. I’m just here to reblog pretty gifs, keep up with my fave writers, chat about silly fandom things, and stare at hoechlin’s delicious thighs. bucky’s too. gotta love a man with nice thighs. what were we talking about?
N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)
So in general, I ALWAYS want more accurate/authentic mental health representation, more bi/pan representation, and more characters that are just fuckin’ crazed by their horniness...I need be on your dick right now or I’m gonna DIE dramatics just peak thirst I love it.
Teen Wolf deals with mental health horribly (I’ll give that I appreciate that Stiles talks openly about having anxiety and panic attacks which is HUGE especially for a male character his age BUT) - ADHD is a joke, horror movie mental institution, a pretty girl kisses a boy to stop his panic attack (what), a character with HORRIFIC trauma treated as a joke and multiple other characters use that trauma or ignore it and trigger him, where to begin with Derek/Kate etc. etc. etc. so I’d really love to see more fic that addresses...any of that....well. And there is some great stuff out there! But I’d like to see more. Same with Stucky. Steve and Bucky have infinite trauma. Please let them deal with that.
I feel like every character on teen wolf is bi? Almost? So...gimme all of that. Always here for that.
OH MY GOD one more - ALWAYS give me more good kink. It is so fucking hard to find good well written kink and BDSM fic and I love it so much.
T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending, about anything at all (gender identity, sexual or romantic orientation, extended family, sexual preferences like top/bottom/switch, relationship with poetry, seriously anything)
There isn’t much that I’m so intense about I can read/think about/accept anything else. If a fic sets it up well enough I’ll happily go on the journey of Steve being a unicorn. You just gotta lay that fuckin’ groundwork, man. Make it make sense and I’m in.
I’m not intense about sexual preferences ever (I just want everyone to bone how doesn’t really matter), but the closest I’ve come to having a strong preference is just my absolute LOVE of bottom derek. Almost everyone writes bottom stiles but OH MY GOD I am just a complete and total whore for bottom derek. or sub derek. or both. i can’t. I just want Stiles to take care of him and make him babble and whine and beg and I’m gonna get inappropriate I’ll shut up now.
OH WAIT I HAVE ONE. Papa Stilinski is a good fucking dad. He doesn’t do everything right (he’s a fucking cop) but he’s a good dad who loves his kid and is trying. He’s also not an alcoholic. I have alcoholics in my family. One scene where he drinks whisky in front of his teenage kid doesn’t make him an alcoholic. Stiles’ wolfsbane nightmare/vision thing is exactly that - a nightmare. Scott saw Allison fucking Jackson. Allison saw her killing...herself. It’s a nightmare...a projection of fears. Stiles worries about his dad and about everything being his fault, so that’s the vision he gets. Don’t shit on Papa Stilinski he’s lovely.
fandom asks | ask me
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DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol.6 Sakamaki Subaru Animate Tokuten CD
Original title: DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol. 6 逆巻スバル アニメイト 各巻購入特典ドラマCD
Source: Diabolik Lovers Para-Selene Vol. 6 Sakamaki Subaru Animate Tokuten CD
Audio: Here
Seiyuu: Takashi Kondou
Translator’s note: I don’t know if they are popular in other countries too but aquarium dates have always struck me as such a typical Japanese thing. I’ve seen it so often in anime/dramas/etc. but in real life, I’ve never really heard of two people going on a date to an aquarium. :p If anything, it’s mostly just parents with their children visiting those places. I loved all of Subaru’s little tsundere moments where he would grow jealous over the fish because they captured his S/O’s attention. xD His bolder attitude near the end of the CD wasn’t half bad either. <u<
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The two of you are walking in public.
“Che...This fuckin’ sucks...The aquarium lures in visitors at night as well!? ...Do you really enjoy comin’ here with me?”
You nod, smiling.
“...! ...I see. Damn, guess you give me no other choice. I’ll keep you company then.”
Subaru suddenly comes to a halt.
“This pool attracted more people than I would have expected. What’s happenin’ over here?”
You explain.
"The Dolphin Night Show? Hmー”
You ask if he would like to watch.
“I don’t mind but are there any open seats left?”
You point.
“Hm? ...Ah, you’re right. Guess we can sit down there then.”
The two of you walk towards your seats.
*Splash*
“Oh. Seems like it started already.”
*Splash splash*
“Ah...Hm...”
*SPLASH*
“Haah...
...The fuck’s so interestin’ ‘bout this? It’s just a bunch of dolphins jumpin’ in the air and headbuttin’ some balls. ...Say? How much longer will this go on fo...Oh...Fuck. Look at her watchin’ in awe like a damn kid...”
*Splash splash*
You suddenly turn your head towards Subaru.
“...Eh? W-W-What!?”
You ask why he was looking.
“...W-Who says I was lookin’ at you!? Don’t be gettin’ the wrong idea, geez!”
The crowd cheers.
“M-More importantly, the dolphins are ‘bout to pull somethin’ again so shouldn’t you watch that?”
You turn your attention back to the show.
“...They call it a ‘big jump’ but is this shit really worth gettin’ so excited over?”
*SPLASH*
“...Woah! Amazin’...! So high...!”
The two of you get splashed with water in the process.
“...Ugh.”
*Clap clap clap*
“The water splashed all the way over here, huh...? ...O-Oi!? Are you alright!? ーー Actually, you got pretty soaked. Do you have anythin’ to wipe yourself down?”
You start rummaging through your bag.
*Rustle rustle*
“Aah...Then use that towel.”
You offer to wipe his hair as well.
“...Hah? Nah, I’m good.”
You insist.
“I don’t catch colds, so it’s fine. Instead you should worry ‘bout yourself, right? Your hair got wet as well so hurry up and wipe it.”
You act tough.
“Hell no it’s ‘fine’. ...Gimme. I’ll do it.”
You become hesitant.
“Oi! How am I supposed to wipe your hair when you back away like that? Come closer!”
Subaru scoots closer.
“Keep still, ‘kay?”
*Rustle rustle*
“...There we go. Guess that should do. ...Your clothes aren’t that wet at least. ...Oi. Why are you all tensed up? Also, your face’s red. D-Don’t tell me...You’ve got a fever!?”
You explain.
“...Hah? I’m too close? ...!! D-Don’t get all flustered over every single lil’ thing...!”
He moves away a little.
“Here, you can have your towel back. Also...Wear my jacket.”
Subaru throws his jacket your way.
*Thud*
“Stop complainin’ and just put it on. It didn’t get wet and...It should help you warm up a lil’ at least. I don’t want you...to catch a cold. (1)”
You thank him.
“No need to thank me, honestly. ...The show has ended so should we go to the next thing? There’s still other stuff you wanted to see, no?”
You nod before the two of you get up from your seats.
*TIMESKIP*
“...That bein’ said, the inside of an aquarium is darker than I expected. You better not trip, ‘kay? “
You tell him that won’t happen.
“Heh. I wonder? You’re a huge klutz, aren’t you? You’d definitely trip and fall while gettin’ distracted by the fish.”
You puff out your cheeks and protest.
“Heh. Let’s see ‘bout that. ...Let’s go.”
You suddenly stop walking.
“Hm? What’s wrong? ...Oh, jellyfish.”
You note that they are very beautiful.
“...Aah? What’s so pretty ‘bout these gelatinous blobs? They lit up, that’s all, right?”
You continue to look at them.
“...You like these guys?”
You suddenly start dragging Subaru towards the tank with jellyfish.
*Rustle*
“...Wah!? ...F-Fine! You want to go there, right!? Don’t pull me!”
You are totally excited about watching the jellyfish.
“Are they really that beautiful? They’re just floatin’, right? I don’t get the appeal at all...”
You continue to watch the jellyfish in awe.
“Haah...She’s totally enraptured by those damn jellyfish...I don’t get chicks...”
He continues to watch you in silence.
“...You’ve seen enough, right? Let’s go already.”
You want to watch the jellyfish just a little longer.
“Che...I’m goin’ ahead. I’ll leave you behind if you take too long!”
You try and chase after him but nearly trip in the process.
“...! Watch ouーー!”
Subaru catches you in his arms just in time.
*Thud*
“...Ugh. Haah...See, what did I tell you? You almost landed on the floor. You really are so clumsy.”
Your cheeks flush bright red.
“Wait. ...Hmm~? Look at those flushed cheeks...You’re basically tellin’ me I’m free to do what I want, right? In that case, I won’t hold back. I’ll suck you to my heart’s content, right here, right now.”
You protest.
“I won’t wait. If you don’t behave, I’m gonna rip apart your throat with my fangs.”
You immediately keep still.
“Hehe. Perfect. Just be a good girl, and I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”
Subaru nearly bites you but other people arrive.
“ーー Ugh. There’s visitors approachin’, huh? ...Fuck off.”
You frown.
“Oi, don’t get all worried over some other people.”
You shake your head.
“It’s not ‘impossible’. All you need to do is focus on me.”
You insist.
“Haah...Guess you leave me no other choice. If you’re that desperate, I guess I won’t suck you here.”
You sigh in relief.
“Why do you seem so relieved? I won’t suck you here, but you better don’t believe this is the end.”
*Rustle*
“If we can’t do it here, we can simply go somewhere a lil’ more private, right? In that case, we can both have some fun.”
Subaru grabs your hand.
“Let’s head home. We’ll continue where we left off once inside our room. ...I’ll give you my love until you fall apart.”
ーー THE END ーー
Translation notes
(1) Literally he says he would be troubled if she were to catch a cold, however, the expression ‘I don’t want you’ sounded more natural to me in English.
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Everything I Watched in 2020
We’ll start with movies. The number in parentheses is the year of release, asterisks denote a re-watch, and titles in bold are my favourite watches of the year. Here’s 2019’s list.
01 Little Women (19)
02 The Post (17)
03 Molly’s Game (17)
04 * Doctor No (62)
05 Groundhog Day (93)
06 *Star Trek IV - The Voyage Home (86)
07 Knives Out (19) My last theatre experience (sob)
08 Professor Marston and his Wonder Women (17)
09 Les Miserables (98)
10 Midsommar (19) I’m not sure how *good* it is, but it does stick in the ol’ brain
11 *Manhattan Murder Mystery (93)
12 Marriage Story (19)
13 Kramer vs Kramer (79)
14 Jojo Rabbit (19)
15 J’ai perdu mon corps (19) a cute animated film about a hand detached from its body!
16 1917 (19)
17 Married to the Mob (88)
18 Klaus (19)
19 Portrait of a Lady on Fire (19) If Little Women made me want to wear a scarf criss-crossed around my torso, this one made me want to wear a cloak
20 The Last Black Man in San Francisco (19)
21 *Lawrence of Arabia (62)
22 Gone With the Wind (39)
23 Kiss Me Deadly (55)
24 Dredd (12)
25 Heartburn (86) heard a bunch about this one in the Blank Check series on Nora Ephron, sadly after I’d watched it
26 The Long Shot (19)
27 Out of Africa (85)
28 King Kong (46)
29 *Johnny Mnemonic (95)
30 Knocked Up (07)
31 Collateral (04)
32 Bird on a Wire (90)
33 The Black Dahlia (05)
34 Long Time Running (17)
35 *Magic Mike (12)
36 Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead (07)
37 Cold War (18)
38 *Kramer Vs Kramer (79) yes I watched this a few months before! This was a pandemic friend group co-watch.
39 *Burn After Reading (08)
40 Last Holiday (50)
41 Fly Away Home (96)
42 *Moneyball (11) I’m sure I watch this every two years, at most??
43 Last Holiday (06) the Queen Latifah version of the 1950 movie above, lacking, of course, the brutal “poor people don’t deserve anything good” ending
44 *Safe (95)
45 Gimme Shelter (70)
46 The Daytrippers (96)
47 Experiment in Terror (62)
48 Tucker: The Man and His Dream (88)
49 My Brilliant Career (79) one of the salvations of 2020 was watching movies “with” friends. Our usual method was to video chat before the movie, sync our streaming services, and text-chat while the movie was on.
50 Divorce Italian Style (61)
51 *Gosford Park (01) another classic comfort watch, fuck I love a G. Park
52 Hopscotch (80)
53 Brief Encounter (45)
54 Hud (63)
55 Ocean’s 8 (18)
56 *Beverly Hills Cop (84)
57 Blow the Man Down (19)
58 Constantine (05)
59 The Report (19) maddening!! How are people so consistently terrible to one another!
60 Everyday People (04)
61 Anatomy of a Murder (58)
62 Spiderman: Homecoming (17)
63 *To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar (95) Of the 90s drag road movies, Priscilla is more visually striking, but this has its moments.
64 Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me (92)
65 *The Truman Show (98)
66 Mona Lisa (86)
67 The Blob (58)
68 The Guard (11)
69 *Waiting for Guffman (96) RIP Fred Willard
70 Rocketman (19)
71 Outside In (18)
72 The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (08) how strange to see a movie that you have known the premise for, but no details of, for over a decade
73 *Star Trek: The Undiscovered Country (91)
74 The Reader (08)
75 Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker (19) This was fine until it VERY MUCH WAS NOT FINE
76 The End of the Affair (99) you try to watch a fun little romp about infidelity during the Blitz, and Graham Greene can’t help but shoehorn in a friggin crisis of religious faith
77 Must Love Dogs (05) barely any dog content, where are the dogs at
78 The Rainmaker (97)
79 *Batman & Robin (97)
80 National Lampoon’s Vacation (83) Never seen any of the non-xmas Vacations, didn’t realize the children are totally different, not just actors but ages! Also, this one is blatantly racist!
81 *Mystic Pizza (88)
82 Funny Girl (68)
83 The Sons of Katie Elder (65)
84 *Knives Out (19) another re-watch within the same year!! How does this keep happening??
85 *Scott Pilgrim Vs The World (10) a real I-just-moved-away-from-Toronto nostalgia watch
86 Canadian Bacon (92) vividly recall this VHS at the video store, but I never saw it til 2020
87 *Blood Simple (85)
88 Brittany Runs a Marathon (19)
89 The Accidental Tourist (88)
90 August Osage County (13) MELO-DRAMA!!
91 Appaloosa (08)
92 The Firm (93) Feeling good about how many iconic 80s/90s video store stalwarts I watched in 2020
93 *Almost Famous (00)
94 Whisper of the Heart (95)
95 Da 5 Bloods (20)
96 Rain Man (88)
97 True Stories (86)
98 *Risky Business (83) It’s not about what you think it’s about! It never was!
99 *The Big Chill (83)
100 The Way We Were (73)
101 Safety Last (23) It’s getting so that I might have to add the first two digits to my dates...not that I watch THAT many movies from the 1920s...
102 Phantasm (79)
103 The Burrowers (08)
104 New Jack City (91)
105 The Vanishing (88)
106 Sisters (72)
107 Puberty Blues (81) Little Aussie cinema theme, here
108 Elevator to the Gallows (58)
109 Les Diaboliques (55)
110 House (77) haha WHAT no really W H A T
111 Death Line (72)
112 Cranes are Flying (57)
113 Holes (03)
114 *Lady Vengeance (05)
115 Long Weekend (78)
116 Body Double (84)
117 The Crazies (73) I love that Romero shows the utter confusion that would no doubt reign in the case of any kind of disaster. Things fall apart.
118 Waterlilies (07)
119 *You’re Next (11)
120 Event Horizon (97)
121 Venom (18) I liked it, guys, way more than most superhero fare. Has a real sense of place and the place ISN’T New York!
122 Under the Silver Lake (18) RIP Night Call
123 *Blade Runner (82)
124 *The Birds (62) interesting to see now that I’ve read the story it came from
125 *28 Days Later (02) hits REAL FUCKIN’ DIFFERENT in a pandemic
126 Life is Sweet (90)
127 *So I Married an Axe Murderer (93) find me a more 90s movie, I dare you (it’s not possible)
128 Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner (67)
129 The Pelican Brief (93) 90s thrillers continue!
130 Dick Johnston is Dead (20)
131 The Bridges of Madison County (95)
132 Earth Girls are Easy (88) Geena Davis and Jeff Goldblum are so hot in this movie, no wonder they got married
133 Better Watch Out (16)
134 Drowning Mona (00) trying for something like the Coen bros and not getting there
135 Au Revoir Les Enfants (87)
136 *Chasing Amy (97) Affleck is the least alluring movie lead...ever? I also think I gave Joey Lauren Adams’ character short shrift in my memory of the movie. It’s not good, but she’s more complicated than I recalled.
137 Blackkklansman (18)
138 Being Frank (19)
139 Kiki’s Delivery Service (89)
140 Uncle Frank (20) why so many FRANKS
141 *National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation (89) watching with pals (virtually) made it so much more fun than the usual yearly watch!
142 Half Baked (98) another, more secret Toronto nostalgia pic - RC Harris water filtration plant as a prison!
143 We’re the Millers (13)
144 All is Bright (13)
145 Defending Your Life (91)
146 Christmas Chronicles (18) I maintain that most new xmas movies are terrible, particularly now that Netflix churns them out like eggnog every year.
147 Spiderman: Into the Spider-Verse (18)
148 Reindeer Games (00) what did I say about Affleck??!? WHAT DID I SAY
149 Palm Springs (20)
150 Happiest Season (20)
151 *Metropolitan (90) it’s definitely a Christmas movie
152 Black Christmas (74)
THEATRE:HOME - 2:150 (thanks pandemic)
I usually separate out docs and fiction, but I watched almost no documentaries this year (with the exception of Dick Johnston). Reality is real enough.
TV Series
01 - BoJack Horseman (final season) - Pretty damned poignant finish to the show, replete with actual consequences for our reformed bad boy protagonist (which is more than you can say for most antiheroes of Peak TV).
02 - *Hello Ladies - I enjoy the pure awkwardness of seeing Stephen Merchant try to perform being a Regular Person, but ultimately this show tips him too far towards a nasty, Ricky Gervais-lite sort of persona. Perhaps he was always best as a cameo appearance, or lip synching with wild eyes while Chrissy Teigen giggles?
03 - Olive Kittredge - a rough watch by times. I read the book as well, later in the year. Frances Mcdormand was the best, possibly the only, casting option for the flinty lead. One episode tips into thriller territory, which is a shock.
04 - *The Wire S3, S4, S5 - lockdown culture! It was interesting to rewatch this, then a few months later go through an enormous, culture-level reappraisal of cop-centred narratives.
05 - Forever - a Maya Rudolph/Fred Armisen joint that coasts on the charm of its leads. The premise is OK, but I wasn’t left wanting any more at the end.
06 - *Catastrophe - a rewatch when my partner decided he wanted to see it, too!
07 - Red Oak - resolutely “OK” steaming dramedy, relied heavily on some pretty obvious cues to get across its 1980s setting.
08 - Little Fires Everywhere - gulped this one down while in 14-day isolation, delicious! Every 90s suburban mom had that SUV, but not all of them had the requisite **secrets**
09 - The Great - fun historical comedy/drama! Costumes: lush. Actors: amusing. Race-blind casting: refreshing!
10 - The Crown S4 - this is the season everyone lost their everloving shit for, since it’s finally recent enough history that a fair chunk of the viewing audience is liable to recall it happening.
11 - Ted Lasso - we resisted this one for a while (thought I did enjoy the ad campaign for NBC sports (!!) that it was based on). My view is that its best point was the comfort that the men on the show have (or develop, throughout the season) with the acknowledgement and sharing of their own feelings. Masculinity redux.
12 - Moonbase 8 - Goodnatured in a way that makes you certain they will be crushed.
13 - The Good Lord Bird - Ethan Hawke is really aging into the character actor we always hoped he would be!
14 - Hollywood - frothy wish-fulfillment alternate history. I think the show would have been improved immeasurably by skipping the final episode.
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