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ahlovelightaflame · 8 months

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You Need Me (I Need You) ~ *Choi Seungcheol*

Summary: It’s hard not having a steady job with a steady source of income. That’s why Seungcheol works as a delivery boy for Jeonghan which includes making deliveries for big fashion designers. That’s when you first meet him and you know that he’s exactly what you’re looking for.

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 2812

Warning: Swearing

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These days, Seungcheol has a lot on his mind. From bills, to what to eat, to what other odd jobs he could complete today to make ends meet all jumbled in his mind. Despite this, he does try to keep his focus on one problem at a time. Right now, it was making this delivery on time. Since his motorbike was out of gas and he didn’t have the money to pay for it, he was riding his friend’s bike to get there on time. He thanked the universe for being athletic enough to bike fourteen blocks to where he needed to deliver this package.

Upon arriving, though he was out of breath, he quickly made his way into the office building before presenting the package to the secretary at the front. She quickly scanned it in and asked if he’d like to hand deliver it. She even offered to show him the way if he’d like.

Seungcheol shook his head. “I’m afraid I have other packages to deliver and if I hand delivered each one, I’d never get anything done.”

She nodded. “I completely understand. The only reason I ask is because a lot of delivery boys seem keen on hand delivering to the boss.”

Again, he shook his head. “I’m not sure anyone is that special that they need something like chiffon or organza hand delivered to them.”

The front desk secretary laughed. “Well I wouldn’t go telling her that, but I believe you’re right. Good luck today!”

He nodded before racing off. As he was running out of the door, a black Sedan pulled up to the front. Inside was the CEO herself, casually checking things off her to-do list. By sheer chance, she looked up right as he got on the bike and pedaled off. She was completely frozen in place.

“Miss?” Her driver, Mingyu, asked, looking at her with worried eyes from the rearview mirror.

Shaking her head, she snapped her to-do book closed and leaned in between the front two seats before pointing at the rapidly shrinking figure on the bike. “Follow him.”

“Miss-”

“Just do it! Please Mingyu!” She begged before leaning back in her seat. “I need to speak with him.”

With a small sigh, he nodded before pulling away from the building and speeding up to catch up with him. “As you wish, Miss.”

She let out a breathy thanks before staring at the boy on the bike. Almost seven months ago, her top male model walked out on her and embarrassed her in front of the biggest fashion show of that season. She was so torn up about it, that she didn’t make an appearance for that next season’s fashion show. She had spent months and months of time and money trying to find the perfect top male model for this season’s line. No one had matched her outrageous expectations and she was beginning to lose hope on ever reentering the elite fashion sphere she once ranked supreme.

That was until she saw this boy on a bike.

Though she didn’t know who he was or anything about him, she was determined to make him the next top male model of her company. She was out of options, especially since the fashion show was a week away. She needed practically anyone at this point. And she hoped, begged, prayed this was the man she was looking for.

The boy on the bike stopped at a small warehouse near the outskirts of the city and he was putting up the kickstand when the black Sedan rolled to a stop before him. A slight sliver of anxiety found its way into Seungcheol’s stomach, but he didn’t let it show. He made quick judgement of where easy exits were and made note to call for help if someone really was trying to kidnap him. But why would they follow him all the way to here? Despite being a bit far from the city, it was still pretty busy around these parts. Anyone could see them if they tried to nab him.

Just then, the owner of the company who also owned the warehouse stepped out. “Seungcheol! Need another load to take care of or are you going to slow down long enough for a quick lunch break?”

Despite his better judgement, he broke his stare with whoever was in the dark Sedan and glanced at his friend. “What? Oh, yeah. Yeah, Jeonghan, I can do another load. Just tell me what and where and I’ll get it done.”

“Um, excuse me?” A feminine voice called out from the black Sedan.

Both boys glanced over at the woman who was making their way over to them. Instantly Jeonghan perked up even more. He quickly rushed over to greet her while Seungcheol hung back, unsure of what to make of this strange woman who was trailing him moments ago.

“Mrs. Y/n! In person! I never thought I’d live to see the day!” Jeonghan gushed, practically bouncing from excitement. “I just want to say thank you so very, very, very much for your continued support as a loyal and valued customer. It always makes my day to see our fabrics being used for your designs. I have my favorite ones from the magazines saved so I know what kind of fabric you might need next.”

The woman smiled before bowing respectfully to him, making Jeonghan blush slightly. “Please, it’s thanks to your wonderful craftsmanship that my designs can be as immaculate as you make them sound. I wish there was more I could do to help, however. So if there is anything, anything at all, that I can do for you, please do not hesitate to ask. I will be more than happy to offer my services to my best supplier.”

“Oh, no, please. You’ve already done so much for me! I couldn’t possibly ask you to do any more for me!” He answered quickly, giving an awkward chuckle. “You’re wonderful just the way you are.”

She gave a soft laugh before glancing over at Seungcheol. He narrowed his eyes at her, not out of malicious intent, but because he couldn’t quite figure her out. There was something that she was hiding. Clearing her throat, she asked Jeonghan, “I hate to be a bother to you and your divine company, but I do have a small favor to ask of you.”

“Yes! Anything! Say it and it shall be done.”

The woman gave another soft chuckle before turning to Seungcheol. He took a subconscious step back. “If I may, could I borrow your delivery man, just for a moment? There is something I wish to discuss with him. I promise not to impede on any of your business and if I do, I’ll pay full compensation with interest.”

Jeonghan looked between her and Seungcheol a couple of times before quietly asking, “Did he mess up the order? Did he destroy the fabric in any way, shape, or form? Because if he did, I’ll be sure to handle the situation accordingly and give you a full refund, no questions asked.”

She shook her head rapidly, making Seungcheol bite his lip. He didn’t like whatever they were talking about. She gently replied, “Oh no. The order was filled wonderfully, thank you. I just have some business I’d like to discuss with him, that’s all.”

Nodding, Jeonghan called out to his friend. “Hey, Cheol. Miss. Y/n would like to talk to you, if you don’t mind.”

He didn’t like where this conversation was going. Seungcheol answered with, “I would but I have another delivery to make for Jeonghan. I hope you understand, Miss. Y/n, but this order really does need to be filled right away.”

Jeonghan shook his head. “No, no. You two talk! I’ll get Chan to take care of this order. He needs something to do besides sitting on his ass all day.”

As Jeonghan laughed, Seungcheol rubbed the back of his neck. He wasn’t sure what to say since he already politely declined her offer. The only thing to do now was to actually go speak with her, which he didn’t want to do. Nevertheless, there was no way out of this one.

“Alright, we can talk. But then I really have to get back to work.” He explained.

She nodded before motioning for him to enter the car. “I completely understand. This hopefully won’t go any longer than twenty minutes, I promise.”

He nodded softly, before climbing into the back seat. She quickly rounded the other side of the car and entered herself. She simply told Mingyu to drive around for about twenty minutes before returning to the warehouse.

After rolling up the partition so Mingyu couldn’t eavesdrop, she turned to Seungcheol and started to explain her predicament to him. “Please forgive me, I know this is going to sound absolutely crazy, but I need you to listen. As you may or may not know, I’m one of the top fashion designers this side of Asia. Recently, my top male model walked out on me and for the past six months I’ve been searching fruitlessly for my next male model for this season. I have practically given up hope until I saw you deliver fabric to my office today. I know it’s a long shot but I just thought I’d ask if you could please be a model for my company. We’ll pay handsomely. Whatever you’re making now, multiply it by ten. That’s how desperate I am.”

Seungcheol sucked in his cheeks, unsure of how to respond. He really, really, really needed the money, especially considering he needed to scrape together almost a hundred dollars to make rent in three hours. But he was no model. He didn’t know the first thing about the profession. And Jeonghan has spoken very highly of Miss. Y/n before, plus she said so herself that she was one of the biggest fashion designers this side of Asia. He didn’t want to embarrass her or disparage her credibility by taking on the position with no knowledge. Besides, he knew it sounded bad, but he did think all models were stuck up, snobby rich kids who were more plastic than flesh.

“I don’t know…” He trailed off.

“Multiply your salary by fifteen or twenty! I don’t care about the money as long as you’re willing to help me with this one fashion show at least!” She begged, practically on her hands and knees.

A light dusting of pink touched his cheeks. “U-um, why?”

She bit her lip before responding, “When my last top male model walked out on me, he did it right before the biggest fashion show of that season. I lost everything: respect, clients, money, and other models I thought were loyal to my brand and to me. I have become the laughing stock of the industry for the last six months. I don’t want to give up on my dreams, especially since I’m still young, but if I have to take my leave, I want to give one last phenomenal performance before I do. You understand, right?”

He supposed he did. Losing everything can make a person desperate. He was a prime example of that. He was desperate for a stable job and income, more than measly scraps of food he could scrounge together, and an apartment that wasn’t falling to pieces. Her offer was incredibly enticing. The money could get him everything he wanted and more, even if it were just for one show. He could have it all if he just said yes.

“I don’t really think modeling is for me. I’m really, truly sorry, Miss. Y/n. I’m afraid my answer is no.” He sighed softly under his breath. He didn’t want to say no, but he wanted to earn the money through more honest means. Just walking around looking good didn’t sound like a very honest way to earn money.

Her sigh quivered as she nodded. “I understand. Thank you for your time at least. I’ll make sure to compensate you for the lost time on the job.”

“You really don’t-”

“Please.” There was a slight undertone of pain in her voice as she whispered. “It’s the least I can do for you. That, along with this.”

She pressed a business card into his hand. As he examined it, she rolled down the partition to tell Mingyu to head back to the warehouse. The ride back was silent and Seungcheol couldn’t help but shift uncomfortably in his seat. He could see the pain reflected in her eyes from him turning her down. But what was he supposed to say? He couldn’t agree. It didn’t feel right. Yet he felt so bad for saying no. This was starting to feel like a Pride & Prejudice thing, except he was being too prideful and too prejudiced. This didn’t sit right with him.

When the car stopped, he got ready to leave when her dejected voice called out to him. “Just, just think about it, will you, please?”

He owed her that much, he knew that. Nodding, he answered. “I will. Thank you.”

As soon as the door shut, the car sped off, making him sigh. He flipped the card between his fingers, wondering if he made the right decision or not. Jeonghan placed a hand on his shoulder before offering him a plate of food. He gave a rather strained smile as he accepted it and followed him back into the warehouse to eat.

“So, what’d you two talk about?” Jeonghan smiled coyly at his close friend.

Seungcheol sighed, distraught. “One of her top models walked out on her recently-”

“Yeah, I heard about that.”

“-And she wants me to take his place, at least for this one show coming up.”

Jeonghan nearly choked on his lunch. “WHAT? What did you say? You said yes, right? You had to have said yes! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity! Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! My best friend is the next top model for Miss Y/n! My best friend is going to be so famous!”

“I didn’t say yes.” He sighed.

Instantly, Jeonghan froze before grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him violently. “WHY WOULD YOU SAY NO? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU! THERE’S A SCREW LOOSE INSIDE OF YOUR HEAD ALRIGHT!”

Seungcheol had to forcefully remove his friend’s hands from his shoulders before explaining, “I said no because it didn’t seem right. Being paid thousands of dollars just to prance around a runway is not my ideal way of working for it. It’s pretentious and not real work. If I want to get paid that kind of money, I better be doing a very important job.”

“But it is a very important job!” Jeonghan whined.

“I fail to see-”

“Look.” He cut him off. “I know you think modeling is below your pay grade but what you’re doing here is definitely below your pay grade. You’re a hard worker and you’re reliable, loyal, patient, and determined. You can do anything you put your mind to and I know you’re meant for better things than being a glorified delivery boy for me. I’m not saying make modeling your career, but give it a chance. With however much she’s paying you, you can make a new start for yourself. Maybe go to school and learn something you’ve always wanted to or move to a better part of town and get your dream job. I hate saying do it for the money, but this is a time when you should. Money opens the doors to all the places your heart desires to go, you know.”

He sighed. “I suppose you’re right… I mean she did say she would multiply my current salary by twenty-”

Jeonghan smacked him in the back of the head. “I can’t believe you turned her down when she was being more than generous. You are literally the worst person ever.”

Seungcheol sneered at him. “Thanks. I’m glad I know how you really feel about me.”

“And it’s because I still care about you as a friend that I’m letting you blow off work to go call her and start working for her instead. Now go, before the opportunity slips past you.”

He was about to head to his office to his phone when he paused and placed a hand on his shoulder. “You’re a good friend, you know that? A little unbalanced, but a good friend nonetheless.”

Jeonghan rolled his eyes. “Gee, thanks. Now shoo already!”

Reaching the phone, Seungcheol carefully imputed the number before waiting for her to pick up. After three rings, a soft voice asked, “Hello?”

“Hello, Miss Y/n L/n? It’s Choi Seungcheol, the delivery boy you were talking to not too long ago. Is it too late to reconsider your offer?”

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johannestevans · 1 year

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Tomorrow

Slice-of-life short. A shop worker takes sandwiches to some engineers.

Just a little bit of slice-of-life, 800w!

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This is one of the last jobs of the day, and Tom always tries to be the one that does it.

Even were it not for the destination, he enjoys the walk up the slope under the shadow of the oak trees that grew either side of the path, dappling it in dots and blotches of sunshine when it’s sunny and shielding him from the worst of the rain when it’s not; as the destination is to be taken into account, he enjoys the smell of the engine shed as he comes to the crest of the hill and begins to walk on the flat of the ground, the smell of oil and smut and metal on the air.

He ordinarily goes up at about five o’clock, half an hour before the bakery is due to shut its doors for the day, and typically the men are sitting about working, but some days, like this one, an engine has had to be pulled off the line in the course of schedule’s run, and they’re all working on it together, its carapace open to show the pipes inside, as if to peer into the belly of a great, iron beast.

“Tommy’s here!” calls Bobby Smith from somewhere up in the rafters as Tom crosses the threshold of the shed, and he watches hungrily as the engineers come away from their craft, all of them – to a man – dirty with black dust and smears of oil as dark and shiny as molasses, Lee and Alun Dai with their shirts off because they’ve been under the thing, so that their chest hair is matted with it, their backs impeccably clean in the centre where they’ve been laid back on boards to ease them under the train body lifted as it is off its tracks.

Tom follows the ritual as it was taught him by Mr McAleese the first time he made the delivery: the hot tea first, cups set before each sitting at the table, one by one making a hollow sound against the unvarnished wood of what amounted to the engineers’ dining table. As each of them is set down from its stack of seven nesting cups, he hears the shouts and laughter from the lads as they wash their hands off and splash each other as they go – the youngest of them is Bobby at nineteen, but the eldest is Alun Dai at fifty something, and he laughs along with them and plays the same wrestling games as if he, too, is a young man.

Next comes the parcels of sandwiches, four of them each tied in squares of brown paper, laid one after the other in the centre of the table in a row. He pulls the end string on each of the parcels so that they open up and outward – after so many years doing this five times a week, the four of them are the perfect distance apart, so that each paper unfolds and sits in parallel to the next, the sandwiches cut into triangles in the middle.

“What are the fillings today, Tom?” asks Isambard Roe, and Tom points from left to right.

“Sausage, bacon, and egg here, chicken and celery, cheese and pickle, and on the end is ham and peanut.”

He stands back and watches as the men descend, all of them sitting around the table and pouring tea for each other, eating the sandwiches brought up from the café. It’s this moment that warms Tom for reasons he can’t quite define, the sheer gusto with which they throw themselves into their afternoon meal – much of the time they’ll work until eight or nine in the evening, and often later, on days like this.

“How’s the day gone, chaps?” he asks.

He loves to ask the question: there’s an immediate explosion of noise, each of them going, “Oh!” “Well!” “Fuck’s sake, Tom,” and they fall over each other to start speaking, to tell Tom of all their petty squabbles in the course of the day, of the actual work they’ve gotten done,

He sketches it sometimes when he gets home from work, sits by the fire beside his grandmother at her sewing and sits with his pencil at his journal, depicts the sheer animation with which the men speak, their eyes wide, cheeks full when they’re halfway through a mouthful of sandwich, the oil and smut still stained on their cheeks and bodies. All of them are just so eager to tell him things, to channel their misgivings and squabbles in the course of the day to an external party, and they all like him so well, it really makes him feel so—

Warm.

“Good night, boys,” Tom calls over his shoulder as he departs with the flask and cups stacked and held under his arm. “See you tomorrow!”

They chorus back the farewell, and Tom smiles as he goes off down the hill.

He’s looking forward to tomorrow already.

#original fiction #fiction #short story

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ultraericthered · 2 years

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Pokemon English Voice Compare/Rank, League Trainers

In which I rank the English dub voice actors of Pokemon characters from strongest to weakest, and sometimes throw in my 2 cents of who I think would be solid casting choices. This one is for League Trainers (covers Gym Leaders, Elite Four, Frontier Brains, Trial Captains, and Island Kahunas.)

BROCK: 1. Eric Stuart - Original dub voice actor for Brock. When it comes to voices that fit the age, appearance, and whole personality of this character, there’s none better. His Casey Kasem-esque voice was especially great in the original series dub, providing plenty of iconic and memeable (”jelly donut”, “drying pan”, etc.) moments. 2. Johnny Yong Bosch - Voice of Brock in Pokemon Origins. This is up there with Lucien Dodge as Blue and Jamieson Price as Giovanni in terms of being A+ perfect casting. He sounds similar to Stuart’s earliest Brock voiceover, and carries a great, gravely intensity. 3. Tom Bauer - Voice of Brock in Pokemon Masters. Tom does a decent Eric Stuart impression, but it’s all too clearly just that: an impression. His voice also is a bit higher than the design calls for. 4. Bill Rogers - VA who took over from Eric Stuart in the main anime. At first, he was a worthy successor to Stuart, and his acting was some of the best from all the new TPCI cast. I don’t know what happened but his Brock devolved into this deep, gruff, overly mature growliness and very unconvincing acting. It doesn’t sound right at all.

MISTY: 1. Rachael Lillis - Original dub voice actress for Misty, and boy did she ever hit it out of the park. She absolutely EPITOMIZES Misty. 2. Reba Buhr - Voice of Misty in Pokemon Masters. She channeled Rachael Lillis exceptionally well in her initial outings as the tomboyish mermaid, but unfortunately sounds higher and more child-like as of her last reprisal. I don’t know what happened but it’s not working out. 3. Michele Knotz - VA who took over from Rachael Lillis in the main anime. At first, in The Mastermind of Mirage Pokemon, her imitation was freakishly spot on, just as it can be as Jessie. But her Misty is now kind of its own thing and while it’s not awful, it’s not very distinct. FANCAST OPTION - Brianna Knickerbocker. We’ve recently seen in her role as Pirika in the new Shaman King anime dub that Brianna can totally nail the Rachel Lillis voice, so had she been cast as Misty, she would’ve done her part flawlessly.

LT. SURGE: 1. Patrick Seitz - Voice of Lt. Surge in Pokemon Masters. He does a good but not stellar job. The doofy, macho Patrick Warburton type voice works fine, but you’d think they would’ve had him give a gruffer, more militant type of performance like Gamagori or Keith Shadis. 2. Maddie Blaustein - Voice of Lt. Surge in the anime. She gave him her best deep, macho voice, but it just wasn’t the right kind of macho voice for the character. Sounds too dumb and thuggish. FANCAST OPTION - Phil Parsons, doing his Nappa voice. If any studio had somehow got a hold of him for this, he would’ve slayed it.

ERIKA: 1. Xanthe Hyunh - Voice of Erika in Pokemon Masters. Her past roles would peg her as a naturally perfect fit for Erika, and yes, she is. 2. Lauren Landa - Voice of Erika in Pokemon Journeys, taking over from Leah Applebaum and a trade up in almost every way. 3. Nathalie Gorham - Voice of Erika in Movie 20, I Choose You! She does a passable job in a bit part, though it’s a bit odd that she seems to be imitating Jennifer Darling as Ayeka from Tenchi Muyo!. 4. Leah Applebaum - First voice actress of Erika in the anime. Her voice fit the shallow and absent-minded Gym Leader perfectly, but her acting and line delivery ruins it. It’s not that much better than her Nanami Kiryuu performance in the Revolutionary Girl Utena dub.

KOGA: 1. Christopher Bevins - Voice of Koga in Pokemon Masters. Everything Koga’s voice needs, he gets down. The deep pitch, gruff tone, Japanese accent, and “Fwahahahaha!” It’s sheer perfection. 2. Stan Hart - Voice of Koga in the anime. The VA of Professor Oak putting on a Japanese ninja voice. It’s okay, but pretty forgettable. FANCAST OPTION - Chris Tergliafera. Just give a slight fake Japanese accent to Gundham Tanaka and he’d be an ideal Koga.

SABRINA: 1. Lizzie Freeman - Voice of Sabrina in Pokemon Masters. The tranquil sound of her voice and her line delivery makes a perfect fit. 2. Lisa Ortiz - Voice of Sabrina in the anime. Lisa gives a memorably low-key, creepy performance in this role, but we don’t really get to hear her as regular Sabrina, just Evil Sabrina. Also, her child voice kind of sucked.

BLAINE: 1. Kirk Thornton - Voice of Blaine in Pokemon Masters. He gets it down perfectly, sounds just how an eccentric, hot-blooded old man like Blaine ought to. 2. Michael Haigney - Voice of Blaine in the anime. The voice he puts on fits Blaine very well, but it’s very apparent that it is indeed “put on” by a guy who’s not exactly an old man in any sense. FANCAST OPTION - Quinton Flynn. Imagine Flynn reprising his Dr. Riddles voice in his 60s? That would be a perfect Blaine!

GIOVANNI: 1. Ted Lewis - Voice of Giovanni in the main anime. This is what most kids growing up with Pokemon, especially from the very beginning, no doubt hear in their heads for Giovanni. His fancy Italian accent he put on at first was a little inconsistent prior to him dropping it in favor of a transatlantic Yami Bakura type voice, and nowadays he blends the best of both into his deliciously evil voice. And he’s always killed it in giving Giovanni the menacing presence and charm that he needs. 2. Jamieson Price - Voice of Giovanni in Pokemon Origins and by far one of the strongest casting choices and strongest performances in that dub. The tone he takes is very cold but suave and intelligent sounding, and his naturally deep voice just commands authority. 3. Andrew Russell - Voice of Giovanni in Pokemon Masters. Given his minimal amount of previous work, this was an unorthodox casting choice, but Andrew really nails the smooth, shady, devious criminal mastermind voice, often sounding like a Keith Silverstein impression. 4. Richard Epcar - Voice of Giovanni in Pokemon Generations. On paper, this is solid casting, but his material was so lackluster that all he had to do was phone it in, making his Giovanni very forgettable. 5. Craig Blair - Remember that one season where this frankly awful (and thankfully now retired) voice actor filled in for Ted Lewis twice, and sucked big time at imitating him? You’re forgiven if you didn’t. FANCAST OPTION - Keith Silverstein. For whatever reason, I was henging my bet on him being the VA they’d use for Giovanni in Pokemon Masters, so when Andrew Russell ended up channeling him so much I can’t help but wonder if that was the initial idea. He’d be a perfect fit given how he’s performed in villainous roles such as Ougai Mori, Gabriel Agreste, Gild Teroso, and Masayoshi Shido. Other spot on voice talents to cast as Giovanni would be Crispin Freeman and Chris Rager, who’d easily measure up to Price’s take.

BLUE: 1. James Carter Cathcart - Voice of Gary Oak in the main anime. Look, I just have to put this one first, it’s GARY MOTHERFUCKING OAK. Plus it just fits the original Gen 1 character way too well. Smug and insufferably snotty when he’s a jerk, but more amiable when he mellows out without ever quite losing the defining cockiness. 2. Lucien Dodge - Voice of Blue in Pokemon Origins. Lucien just totally nails Blue. The natural tone of his voice and his every vocal inflection carries across a better-than-thou jackass characterization, and his turn towards humility in the final act is convincingly played. 3. Billy Kametz & Henry Mason - Voice(s) of Blue in Pokemon Masters. If we could take the voice that Lucien Dodge gives Blue and combine it with the more rough delivery of Erik Kimerer, it would pretty much be the late Billy Kametz’s take on Blue, which is emulated by Henry Mason following Billy’s unfortunate passing. Not one of their strongest roles, but definitely suitable for Blue. 4. Erik Scott Kimerer - Voice of Blue in Pokemon Generations. He gets the arrogance down pat, but his voice just doesn’t really fit Blue the way the others do. It’s just Ryuji Takasu if he was an asshole. FANCAST OPTION: Billy Bob Thompson. Not only has he provven he can flawlessly imitate James Carter Cathcart, but even his awful Pokemon Trainer voice sounds more Gary/Blue than it does Red!

LORELEI: 1. Erica Lindbeck - Voice of Lorelei in Pokemon Generations. She uses her most natural sounding voice brimming with a cold, calculated sort of confidence, like she’d later use for Ritsuko Akagi. It’s ideal voice acting for how you’d imagine Lorelei to sound like. 2. Lauren Landa - Voice of Lorelei in Pokemon Masters. While she’s got a suitable voice for the part, her problem is the opposite of Jayne Grande’s - she’s not cold enough and puts too much feeling into her lines when she should’ve approached the role more like Erica did. 3. Jayne Grande - Voice of Lorelei in the main anime. Lorelei may specialize in Ice types, but this performance is cold, even for her!

BRUNO: 1. Greg Chun - Voice of Bruno in Pokemon Masters. Sounds very much like the below two, with the extra advantage of being an Asian-American VA, perfect for a martial arts master! 2. Bill Rogers - Voice of Bruno in Pokemon Generations. A deeper, gruffer, more refined version of Blaustein’s take in just a few lines. 3. Maddie Blaustein - Voice of Bruno in the main anime. The acting is solid, but the voice is basically the same she’d used for Sabrina’s father earlier in the series, and for most male characters she voiced.

AGATHA: 1. Ellyn Stern - Voice of Agatha in Pokemon Generations. Sounds convincingly aged AND creepy as well? This totally IS Agatha! 2. Dorothy Elias Fahn - Voice of Agatha in Pokemon Masters. She does alright, but I can tell that she’s putting on a voice and it does not sound as natural. She sounds more like an English noblewoman! 3. Lisa Ortiz - Voice of Agatha in the main anime. Same as the above FANCAST OPTION - Linda Chambers-Young, of course!

LANCE: 1. Bill Milsap - Voice of Lance in Pokemon Masters. Think Grant George crossed with Steve Blum and that describes Bill’s voice for Lance here, and I think it works really well. He sounds appropriately bold and heroic, but his voice can veer towards warmth and towards intimidating fearsomeness depending on the lines he’s speaking. 2. Ben Diskin - Voice of Lance in Pokemon Generations. While basically the same voice he does for other serious bishie characters like Young Xehanort, it suits a character like Lance. He’s particularly good when he raises his voice and displays his feroctiy. 3. Wayne Grayson - Voice of Lance in the main anime. When the character appeared in Johto and Hoenn, Wayne’s voice for him was terrible and not remotely fitting. But when Lance was reintroduced in Journeys, Wayne reprised the role and finally did him justice. 4. Robert Bucholtz - Voice of Lance in Pokemon Origins. For a Dragon Master, leader of the Elite Four, and future Champion, Bob’s voice acting for Lance is exceptionally dull and carries no presence. It’s just the most Average Joe sort of voice you could hear. FANCAST OPTION(S): Grant George or Max Mittelman for Lance?

FALKNER: 1. Howard Wang - Voice of Falkner in Pokemon Masters. He carries the right qualities to his voice and line reading to match the original. 2. Matthew Mitler - Voice of Falkner in the anime. He did alright. Much different than his usual roles in the anime, and fairly accurate to Akira Ishida.

BUGSY: 1. Cristina Vee - Voice of Bugsy in Pokemon Masters. The voice she uses for Bugsy sounds kind of like Jimmy Neutron, which really works for conveying the young prodigy aspect of Bugsy’s character. 2. Tara Jayne Sands - Voice of Bugsy in the anime. Decent but generic, not sounding all that different from her Ritchie voice.

WHITNEY: 1. Sarah Williams - Voice of Whitney in Pokemon Masters. A very fitting casting choice, and her peppy, ditzy delivery perfectly delivers. 2. Megan Hollingshead - Voice of Whitney in the anime. Decent but generic, not sounding all that different from her Duplica voice. Or in other terms, she needed to go more Mion and less Shion in this role.

MORTY: 1. Brian Hanford - Voice of Morty in Pokemon Masters. His very low, flat sounding voice just really suits the inquisitive Ghost type trainer, though his delivery has unfortunately sort of gone all over the place. 2. Andrew Rannells - Voice of Morty in the anime. Not one of Andrew’s more notable roles, but he got the job done best he could. FANCAST OPTION - Daniel J. Edwards. Given his voice acting in Yu-Gi-Oh!, he could easily combine the best of Brian and Andrew.

CHUCK: 1. Bob Carter - Voice of Chuck in Pokemon Masters EX. Not super deep but still very growly and forceful is just how I like him to sound. 2. Dan Green - Voice of Chuck in the anime. Obvious casting is obvious, and he did a decent job in the role when he appeared in Johto, but got much better with his Journeys reprisal.

FANCAST OPTION - Marc Thompson. Again, Dan Green didn’t do poorly at all, but this is who I wished 4Kids had cast instead.

JASMINE: 1. Kimberly Woods - Voice of Jasmine in Pokemon Masters. Some complain she sounds too high and childish, but I think it suits Jasmine perfectly; makes her sound super sweet and likable. 2. Tara Jayne Sands - First voice actress for Jasmine in the anime. In Jasmine’s first episode, Tara got it down perfectly, but then sounded all wrong in her second appearance. To be fair, this was likely the writing’s fault since Jasmine’s characterization across both episodes was not consistent. 3. Alyson Leigh Rosenfeld - Second voice actress for Jasmine in the anime, taking over from Tara Jayne Sands. Had to imitate Tara’s second portrayal of Jasmine and she did alright at that.

PRYCE: 1. Kyle Hebert - Voice of Pryce in Pokemon Masters. A perfect fit: Kyle’s old man voice is just right for the kind of old man that Pryce is. 2. James Carter Cathcart - Voice of Pryce in the anime. HIS old man voice, though, is never convincing and sucks just as bad here. FANCAST OPTION - James Siei. He’s it in him to convincingly voice an older character and deliver a “wise sensei” quality for Pryce.

CLAIR: 1. Sarah Williams - Voice of Clair in Pokemon Masters. She slayed it! 2. Eva Kaminsky - Second voice actress for Clair in the anime, taking over from Megan Hollingshead. A massive improvement, though her material was regrettably limited due to Iris’ special not being dubbed. 3. Megan Hollingshead - First voice actress for Clair in the anime. Generic Megan Hollingshead performance. Phoned in and boring. FANCAST OPTION - Carol Jacobanis would’ve been an ideal fit.

ROXANNE: 1. Sarah Miller Crews - Voice of Roxanne in Pokemon Masters. Sounds a little bit similar to a Sarah Williams role, but there’s just something about the tone she uses in her voice and for her lines that works so well for the tough and beautiful little know-it-all. 2. Karen Neill - Voice of Roxanne in the main anime. Karen was far from the best voice actress 4Kids had, to put it lightly, but she’s got a nice voice and this, like Ishizu Ishtar, was one of her better roles. 3. Erica Schroeder - Voice of Roxanne in the animated trailer Omega Ruby/Alpha Sapphire. There’s nothing to this gig - it’s just phoned in.

BRAWLEY: 1. Jon Allen - Voice of Brawley in Pokemon Masters. He got it down almost too perfect. Sounds exactly like a rough brawling surfer dude! 2. Jason Griffith - Voice of Brawley in the anime. Right casting, wrong performance. The “surfer dude” aspect was WAY too exaggerated!

FLANNERY: 1. Lisa Ortiz - Voice of Flannery in the anime. Lisa tended to be overused by 4Kids as a VA for characters, but casting her as Flannery was truly a slam dunk, as her Lina Inverse voice is exactly what a hot-blooded spitfire like Flannery calls for. She’s just perfect! 2. Laura Post - Voice of Flannery in Pokemon Masters. I certainly can’t call Laura’s take BAD, but I just don’t buy it all that much, especially not when we have Lisa Ortiz’ take to compare it to. FANCAST OPTION(S) - Carrie Savage, had only she been doing voicework for Bang Zoom at the time (when she’d guest starred in the Black & White series episode “Where Did You Go, Audino?”, she sounded a lot like Lisa Ortiz) Or for more outside-the-box casting, theater actress Dana Steingold - anyone else hear her Saraline Timbers voice sounding very Lisa Ortiz-esque?

NORMAN: 1. Keith Silverstein - Voice of Norman in Pokemon Masters. All he had to do was use his most natural voice, and he totally rocked it! 2. Dan Green - Voice of Norman in the anime. It’s akin to his later Knuckles voice and while that’s not the worst you could do for Norman, they JUST had Dan Green voicing the other “Brendan or May’s father” character, Professor Birch, a role he fit far more naturally into, so I’d rather they’d cast someone else. FANCAST OPTION - Travis Willingham. He’d sound close enough to Dan Green without literally being Dan Green, and be a better fit for Norman’s voice in the JP version of Masters than Keith was.

WINONA: 1. Jeannie Tirado - Voice of Winona in Pokemon Masters. She’s got such a lovely sounding voice and it really works for breezy Winona. 2. Amy Birnbaum - Voice of Winona in the anime. She was just okay.

FANCAST OPTION - Molly C Quinn, if anyone could get hold of her.

TATE & LIZA: 1. Cassandra Lee Morris & Kira Buckland - Voices of Tate & Liza in Pokemon Masters. Yeah, they sound about right, though it’s odd that Cassandra didn’t voice them both since she reprised her Leo voice for Tate but her Luna voice went to Iris (because Eileen Stevens?) 2. Jason Griffith & Andi Whaley - Voices of Tate & Liza in the anime. No, they do not sound right. Their voices nor their acting!

WALLACE: 1. Mickey Caputo - Voice of Wallace in Pokemon Masters EX. Goes very low and raspy despite the light, effeminate tone, and his delivery really sells the elegant artist who’s perfromative but level-headed. 2. Sean Reyes - Voice of Wallace in the anime. Nothing about this vocal performance stands out to me. Just like Wallace in this anime! FANCAST OPTION - Johnathan Todd Ross. He’s got the sort of voice I’d imagine for Wallace, so with acting and delivery akin to what Mickey Caputo did in the role, he’d be surprisingly excellent.

DRAKE:

1. Brian Maillard - First voice actor for Drake in the anime. Hard to recall that Leopold Loggle used to be in 4Kids dubs, but he got Drake right in all ways.

2. Edward Bosco - Second voice actor for Drake in the anime, taking over from Brian Maillaird. Basically a soundalike performance, but a fairly decent one.

3. Steve Kramer - Voice of Drake in Pokemon Masters. ??? Steve! STEVE! Drake is a sailor, not a pirate! What are you doing?!?

FANCAST OPTION - Gregg Berger. He’s pretty old now, and he’s got just the right kind of voice for the part.

FACTORY HEAD NOLAND: 1. Kaiji Tang - Voice of Noland in Pokemon Masters. 100% the right casting for a character like this. Kaiji owns the role with his every line. 2. David Wills - Voice of Noland in the anime. Noland is supposed to be a handyman that doesn’t seem to be too bright a guy but is much more knowlegable than he first appears - David’s performance just makes him sound like a doofus frat boy. I blame poor direction here.

PIKE QUEEN LUCY: 1. Emilyn Morinelli - Voice of Lucy in the anime. Despite Lucy being massively out-of-character in this anime, Emilyn’s voice for her was just the sort of light, “snakey” type voice I’d expect to hear from her. 2. Carrie Keranen - Voice of Lucy in Pokemon Masters EX. Satsuki Kiryuin’s VA doing her Satsuki Kiryuin is pretty easy casting and it works for Lucy, but just not quite as well as Emilyn Morinelli’s take.

SALON MAIDEN ANABEL:

1. Alexis Tipton - Voice of Anabel in Pokemon Masters EX. Very elegant, fairly androgynous, warm and inviting yet undeniably formidable and threatening when need be. She gets it all down in a commendable vocal performance that does justice to Anabel’s awesomeness.

2. Hilary Thomas - Voice of Anabel in the anime. I can tell she’s going for a deep and androgynous voice, but the problem is...well, she fails at it. Hard. This is clearly the voice of some random grown woman, and her delivery leaves much to be desired as well.

FANCAST OPTION - Erika Harlacher and Caitlin Glass would’ve been easy picks given their work as Kyoko Kirigiri. And for a less big name casting choice, they could’ve gone with Norma Gose, whose natural voice sounds pretty much totally on point with how I’d imagine Anabel to sound like.

ROURK: 1. Alejandro Saab - Voice of Rourk in Pokemon Masters. Yeah, this sounds totally right for how this guy would sound. 2. Craig Blair - Voice of Rourk in the anime. A typical badly acted perfromance from Craig, but Rourk’s so boring it kind of works?

GARDENIA: 1. Erica Mendez - Voice of Gardenia in Pokemon Masters. Has got more of this manic “pothead” energy to it than Erica’s usual roles, and it totally encapsulates the lovable plant-loving oddball. 2. Lara Starr Rigores - Voice of Gardenia in the anime. This...is not right. Not the right tone, not the right delivery, doesn’t even sound the right age! One of the most glaring miscasts in the dub’s history.

FANTINA: 1. Erica Schroeder - Voice of Fantina in the anime. The clear, pretty sounding voice, goofy French accent, and energetic acting all delivers at perfectly portraying the fabulous Fantina’s character. 2. Karen Strassman - Voice of Fantina in Pokemon Masters. Her French accent is more authentic sounding than the above and her voice ain’t bad, but there’s not as much detectable enthusiasm in many of her lines, which puts her take at a decent second place.

MAYLENE: 1. Erica Lindbeck - Voice of Maylene in Pokemon Masters. The young voice and forceful yet humble and friendly tone she gives just nails what Maylene’s character is all about. 2. Rachael Lillis - Voice of Maylene in the anime. She does nothing wrong in her performance, but the fact that it’s Rachael Lillis, so recognizable as the original VA for both Misty and Jessie in this anime, is distracting.

CRASHER WAKE: 1. Kyle Hebert - Voice of Crasher Wake in Pokemon Masters. His voice for Wake sounds deep, snarly, and above all BIG AND LOUD! 2. J. David Brimmer - Voice of Crasher Wake in the anime. Spot on casting, and I like his voice for Wake better than Kyle’s, but the direction and acting failed him - he gave a standard performance rather than go as gloriously over-the-top as this role warrants.

CANDICE: 1. Kether Donohue - Voice of Candice in the anime. Casting was on point and the performance she gives is definitively Candice. KIAI! 2. Ryan Bartley - Voice of Candice in Pokemon Masters. It’s an alright voiceover...it’s just not Candice the same way Kether was. Sounds not high enough, not hot-blooded enough, and just too plain.

FANCAST OPTION - Julie Ann Taylor. Why wasn’t she available to voice Candice? She would’ve done it way better than Ryan did!

VOLKNER: 1. Chris Hackney - Voice of Volkner in Pokemon Masters EX. Everything about his voice and how he reads his lines here works. 2. Eli James - First vocie actor for Volkner in the anime. He doesn’t quite own the role the way Chris would, but he set the standard for Volkner’s voice and gave a wonderfully fitting performance. 3. Griffin Puatu - VA for Volkner in Pokemon Journeys. His take is decent, but lacks the authenticity in the voice that Eli and Chris got. AARON: 1. Kevin K. Gomez - Voice of Aaron in Pokemon Masters EX. He sounds a bit Robbie Daymond Spider-Man-esque in this role, which is obviously perfectly suitable for a Bug type trainer. 2. Chris Adams - Voice of Aaron in the anime. His take was alright. FANCAST OPTION - Greg Ayres. C’mon, you can hear it too!

BERTHA: 1. Dorah Fine - Voice of Bertha in Pokemon Masters EX. Didn’t really imagine Bertha sounding any way other than this, so she’s got it. 2. Sondra Jayne - Voice of Bertha in the anime. Her take was alright.

FLINT: 1. Landon McDonald - Voice of Flint in Pokemon Masters. Just look at the dude and try to imagine anything less than this as his voice! 2. Tom Wayland - First voice actor for Flint in the anime. Precursor to Landon’s Flint and one of Wayland’s most notable performances. 3. Daman Mills - VA for Flint in Pokemon Journeys. Just like Flint’s pal Volkner’s replacement VA, his take is decent, but lacks the authenticity of Tom or Landon.

LUCIAN: 1. Brandon McInnis - Voice of Lucian in Pokemon Masters EX. He gets the refined, snobby geekiness down perfectly. This IS Lucian! 2. David Lapkin - Voice of Lucian in the anime. Uh, no. This is NOT Lucian. The voice is too deep and the acting is wooden as hell. FANCAST OPTION - Joe Ochman. Might seem too old for this role, but he can totally pull off a voice that’d fit Lucian exceptionally well.

CILAN: 1. Jason Griffith - Voice of Cilan in the anime. His energy is a tad lower than it should be for this version of Cilan, but his voice is so distinct and charming that it fits Cilan perfectly. 2. Caleb Yen - Voice of Cilan in Pokemon Masters EX. This was solid casting, but he way overdid it on the high, effete voice. “Mild mannered” should not translate to girly-voiced mousiness. FANCAST OPTION - Shannon McKain, from what we’ve heard of his work, could do a refined, improved version of Caleb’s take. As could Daman Mills, the VA for another green-haired Unovan male.

CHILI TIE - Adriel Varlack & Lucien Dodge - Both the anime VAs and the Pokemon Masters EX VAs sound identical in just how well they fit.

CRESS: TIE - Kory Getman & Tom Wayland - Both the anime VAs and the Pokemon Masters EX VAs sound identical in just how well they fit.

LENORA: 1. Taylor Billingslea - Voice of Lenora in Pokemon Generations. No real voice acting experience, but her bit part as Lenora delivered. 2. Norma Nongauza - Voice of Lenora in the main anime. Her voice is nice, but clearly this woman was not an actress in any capacity.

BURGH: 1. Billy Bob Thompson - Voice of Burgh in the main anime. The sound of his honey-sweet voice and the quality of his flamboyantly artsy acting is exactly what Burgh needed, he got it down so hard! 2. Ezra Weisz - Voice of Burgh in Pokemon Masters EX. I’ve warmed up to his initial take compared to when I first heard it, but maintain that he didn’t need to push the flamboyance so hard since he had such a perfectly, naturally good voice for Burgh without it. And then he only made it worse in the reprisals. Fuck, go back! I hate it! 3. Chris Niosi - Voice of Burgh in Pokemon Generations. His problem is the opposite of Brandon’s - he didn’t go flamboyant enough.

FANCAST OPTION(S) - Bang Zoom had Jonah Scott and Brandon McInnis available. I think they’d have done better than Ezra Weisz.

ELESA: 1. Sarah Natochenny - Voice of Elesa in the animated trailer for Black2/White 2. While quite recognizable since she voices Ash, Sarah has got the medium pitch voice and showy yet in control delivery that best suits Elesa. Plus, she really was a fashion model! 2. Deborah Gatton - Voice of Elesa in Pokemon Masters EX. It’s a little higher that I’d have liked, but otherwise she does a fantastic job. 3. Mela Lee - Voice of Elesa in Pokemon Generations. Decent enough for a single line, though still a bit high in pitch and Mela got more to work with when voicing Karen in Pokemon Masters. 4. Eileen Stevens - Voice of Elesa in the main anime. As with Jupiter, Eileen does not convince in this type of role. She puts on a very typical fashionista voice and goes all over the place acting-wise.

CLAY: 1. Kirk Thornton - Voice of Clay in Pokemon Masters. Deep, gruff, aged, and with the right western accent, Kirk totally nails Clay. 2. Sean Schemmel - Voice of Clay in the main anime. He sounds like he’s voicing Gokule (Goku and Hercule fused together) doing a Yosemite Sam impression. That’s hilarious, even if not too fitting. 3. Steve Staley - Voice of Clay in Pokemon Generations. He does the cowboy accent, and that’s it. His voice sounds way too light and young, it doesn’t sound right coming out of Clay’s mouth at all! FANCAST OPTION(S) - Marc Thompson or Kyle Hebert. If either one of those guys did a deep cowboy voice, they’d nail Clay too.

SKYLA: 1. Laura Stahl - First voice of Skyla in Pokemon Masters. Unlike her Hau, Laura is all too perfectly fitting as ever-enthusiastic Skyla. 2. Sarah Natochenny - Voice of Skyla in the main anime. She and Eileen Stevens totally needed to swap Skyla and Elesa around, as Sarah’s airhead take can grate on you. Of course, it’s really the lacking writing for Skyla as a character in this anime that disservices Sarah in the role. 3. Serena Varghese - Voice of Skyla in Pokemon Generations. She sounds like a squeaky voiced little girl. What were they thinking? FANCAST OPTION - Carrie Keranen, ‘cause a more upbeat and optimistic sounding Alya Cesaire would be a great Skyla voice!

BRYCEN: 1. Benjiman Becker - Voice of Brycen in the main anime. He got the tone right, but that voice sounds a little too light to fully fit him. 2. Christopher Bevins - Voice of Brycen in Pokemon Masters. He does have the voice down, but the acting is atrocius! Yeah, the guy looks like a masked superhero and he’s an actor in Poke’ Star Studios, but this does not justify the cheesy tone that Bevins uses. 3. Chris Niosi - Voice of Brycen in Pokemon Generations. All he did was grunt. No dialogue. Barely even a performance. FANCAST OPTION - Zeno Robinson. How well he channeled Keith David in Amphibia really showed he’s got the potential for this.

DRAYDEN: 1. Michael McConnohie - Voice of Drayden in Pokemon Generations. One of the finest casting choices in this series. In both shorts the character appears in, Michael just naturally is THE ideal Drayden! 2. Mike Pollock - Voice of Drayden in the anime. His take got much better after his first appearance, it’s just not Michael McConnohie.

IRIS: 1. Cassandra Lee Morris - Voice of Iris in Pokemon Masters. Going higher, squeakier, and even more youthful than she normally does, Cassandra gives Iris exactly the sort of rambunctious, energetic, and sassy voice and performance I’d imagine to hear from the character. 2. TIE - Eileen Stevens & Anairis Quinones - Voices of Iris in the main anime. Eileen’s vocal performance as Iris is, for the most part, really good and lots of fun to listen to. My only issue is actually just the voice itself, how it sounds a little too matured and sometimes shrill compared to Aoi Yuki’s take. Anairis Quinones was my Fancast Option for Iris for a while since she’s got a voice not too unlike Eileen Stevens, isn’t white, and has Iris in her name...and then they actually cast her as Iris for the Masters 8 Tournament in Pokemon Journeys!

3. Cherami Leigh - Voice of Iris in Pokemon Generations. Cherami Freaking Leigh should be casting gold, but she unfortunately fell into the same trap Grant George did as N in that her line reads come in three different voices without any solid consistency. Had she carried her initial voice through the whole performance, she’d have got it.

CHEREN: 1. Landon McDonald - Voice of Cheren in Pokemon Masters. While some of his line delivery would fit better with BW Cheren than the B2W2 Cheren that he’s playing, his voice and tone are dead on for how Cheren ought to sound. Smart alecky but not overly arrogant. 2. Todd Haberkorn - Voice of Cheren in the main anime. This was as ideal casting as you could get for Cheren. His voice and Landon’s voice sound quite alike. He really only gets second place here due to his material; I did not care for the Cheren he was playing at all. 3. Jason Griffith - Voice of Cheren in the animated trailer for Black 2/White 2. Oh dear, what were they thinking with this one? This voice doesn’t suit Cheren whatsoever. It’s like you’re expecting Ienzo but get Zexion, as in Vince Corazza’s horribly awkward sounding Zexion! FANCAST OPTION - Darren Dunstan. His Kaz Kalinkaz in Chaotic was basically a dead ringer for Landon and Todd as Cheren anyway.

ROXIE: 1. Alyson Rosenfeld - Voice of Roxie in the anime. Her young voice and her loud, performative delivery just ROCKED this role! 2. Brianna Knickerbocker - Voice of Roxie in Pokemon Masters. She gives a fun performance, but she kinda overdoes the stereotypical punk rocker quality when a more natural take would’ve sufficed. MARLON: 1. Ray Chase - Voice of Marlon in Pokemon Masters. Not the most obvious casting choices for Marlon, yet he slid right into the role. 2. Ted Lewis - Voice of Marlon in the anime. Blegh. This does not work, Ted. Stick only to Tracey and Giovanni from now on!

CAITLIN: 1. Sarah Miller Crews - Voice of Caitlin in Pokemon Masters. She gives the best balance of elegance and sleepiness that you could ask for, making her the definitive fit for Caitlin’s character. 2. Miriam Pultro - Voice of Caitlin in the anime. The sound of her voice is okay, but the acting left a whole lot to be desired. FANCAST OPTION(S) - Tara Jayne Sands or Carrie Savage. Miss Kaya from One Piece really should’ve voiced Caitlin at least once.

VIOLA: 1. Lori Gardner - Voice of Viola in the anime. She totally gets it! 2. Brianna Knickerbocker - Voice of Viola in Pokemon Masters. One word for her performance: annoying. Look, just because Viola’s a Kalos Gym Leader doesn’t mean she needs a French accent, especially since no other Kalosian character has one and we have both Professor Bellis AND Fantina talking with one in this game!

GRANT: 1. Cory Willis - Voice of Grant in the anime. He, too, totally gets it! 2. Erik Scott Kimerer - Voice of Grant in Pokemon Masters. Typical sounding Kimerer voice that just has me thinking “that’s a white boy!”

KORRINA: 1. Ryan Bartley - Voice of Korrina in Pokemon Masters. If her Candice underwhelmed, then her Korrina more than makes up for it. 2. Lisa Ortiz - Voice of Korrina in the anime. Third Gym Leader she’s voiced after Sabrina and Flannery, and this is also a casting slam dunk.... so why did she have to go and do the Amy Rose voice like she did for Mars, AGAIN?!? Korrina oughtn’t sound so squeaky!

RAMOS: 1. Steve Kramer - Voice of Ramos in Pokemon Masters. Does he kind of sound like Bill Farmer as Hopediah Plantar to anyone else? If so, then that means he did perfectly in this role. 2. Anthony Salerno - Voice of Ramos in the anime. Clearly a much younger guy trying to voice an old man with a hick accent. YEESH!

CLEMONT: 1. Michael Liscio - Voice of Clemont in the anime. He portrays Clemont very much along the lines of how I’d imagine he’d sound. 2. Kyle McCarley - Voice of Clemont in Pokemon Masters. He does not, but he’s such a natural fit for a nerd that it works all the same.

VALERIE: 1. Skyler Davenport - Voice of Valerie in Pokemon Masters. I tend to enjoy her voice acting in just about anything, and this no exception. 2. Kate Bristol - Voice of Valerie in the anime. Misses the “manic pixie girl” energy completely and voiced Valerie the same way she did Sixth from Future Diary. No! Absolutely not!

FANCAST OPTION - Lisa Jacqueline. She reprised her role in Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Links, so she’s not totally done voice acting, and what better fit for the fairy type Gym Leader than the original dub voice of Bloom from Winx Club?

WULFRIC: 1. J. David Brimmer - Voice of Wulfric in the anime. So glad they got him back for more voice acting, as he is a perfect fit for Wulfric! 2. Jamieson Price - Voice of Wulfric in Pokemon Masters (credited as Taylor Henry). Decent, but I think he’s better at voicing bad guys.

WIKSTROM: TIE - Brad Venable and Barrett Leddy, the voices of Wikstrom in Pokemon Masters and the Pokemon Journeys anime dub respectively. They sound so alike in how they approached this role!

MALVA:

1. Samara Naevmi - Voice of Malva in the main anime. Gives Malva this smug, aristocratic tone that the other VAs for her lack, which is what I feel is needed to help Malva really stand out as a character.

2. Marissa Lenti - Voice of Malva in Pokemon Evolutions. Her part is brief, but the solemn tone harboring an emotional undercurrent is deliverted perfectly for what that bit part requires of her.

3. Kira Buckland - Voice of Malva in Pokemon Generations. She sounds like a female newscaster, alright. That’s literally about it.

FANCAST OPTION - Sabrina Weisz, given her work in Miraculous.

SIEBOLD: 1. Sean Chiplock - Voice of Siebold in Pokemon Masters. This very Dee Bradley Baker-sounding voice is exactly how he should sound. 2. Eli James - Voice of Siebold in the anime. As always he does a fine job, but his Siebold is in the shadow of his Volkner and Colress.

HALA: 1. Kane Jungbluth-Murray - Voice of Hala in Pokemon Masters EX. Can’t really say much other than he sounds just right for the part. 2. Ryan Andes - Voice of Hala in the anime. Very similar sounding to the above, but at times he doesn’t sound quite old enough to me.

OLIVIA: 1. Marissa Kennedy - Voice of Olivia in the anime. A case like Cilan where the version of Olivia she’s voicing is radically different a character from the games, but her voice still sounds so ideal for her. 2. Julia McIlvaine - Voice of Olivia in Pokemon Masters. Olivia is around Brock’s age, right? Well, Juliva’s take is too deep and makes her sound a good few years older than she’s meant to be!

NANU: 1. Michael McMillian - Voice of Nanu in the anime. When I look at Nanu and his thuggish face, a gruff, grizzeled, raspy voice is what I hear, and this relatively unknown VA was able to deliver just that. 2. Sean Chiplock - Voice of Nanu in Pokemon Masters. How he plays the part suits Nanu too, but it’s just not quite “dark” sounding enough. FANCAST OPTION - Kirk Thornton. Why’d he have to stop at just Blaine and Clay? He would’ve absolutely killed this role too!

HAPU: 1. Della Saba - Voice of Hapu in Pokemon Masters. She sounds PERFECT in this role. Exactly the kind of voice I’d expect of Hapu! 2. Brittany Lee Hamilton - Voice of Hapu in the anime. She doesn’t do bad, she’s just not entirely convincing. Her Georgia in the Black & White dub was so iconic that I can’t unhear it in this voice. FANCAST OPTION - Philece Samplar. She was alive prior to last year, and she’d have made an ideal voice for Hapu too.

LANA: 1. Rosie Reyes - Voice of Lana in the anime. The definitive Lana! 2. Ama Lee - Voice of Lana in Pokemon Masters EX. Ama makes for a perfectly decent Lana. I felt that with her initial take that too many of the line reads that they went with were misdirected as she starts to sound a bit too much like Misty and not nearly as good as Rosie Reyes’ Lana, but she showed notable improvement upon reprising the role for Sygna Lana during the Villain Arc. FANCAST OPTION - Could we maybe have traded Ama Lee out for Mela Lee? She totally would’ve been able to deliver a fitting take.

KIAWE: 1. Marc Swint - Voice of Kiawe in the anime. He just had such a cool sounding voice as Kiawe right out the gate, sounding ferocious when in battle and also hysterical with his comedic delivery. No wonder his voice acting career really took off following this role. 2. Chris Jai Alex - Voice of Kiawe in Pokemon Masters. He also does great, capturing Kiawe’s laid back side and his fiery side very well.

MALLOW: 1. Rebecca Soler - Voice of Mallow in the Sun & Moon anime. Rebecca’s been around and done voices for a while, and she was a golden choice for voicing Mallow. And her performance in “Memories In The Mist” is so powerfully moving, it’s hard not to weep over it! 2. Amber Connor - Voice of Mallow in Pokemon Masters. She gets a nice voice for Mallow down to, but due to a lack of more extensive material she just could not hope to match Rebecca Soler’s turn.

3. Emily Cramer - Voice of Mallow in Pokemon Journeys. She gets the job done, but is simply doing a stand-in performance/impression of Rebecca Soler for a limited amount of time.

SOPHOCLES: 1. Jeannie Tirado - Voice of Sophocles in Pokemon Masters. Sounds just about right for the character, and as we hear from Norman in The Promised Neverland, Tirado can naturally nail down a ‘boyish’ quaity. 2. Alyson Leigh Rosenfeld - Voice of Sophocles in the anime. She tried way too hard to sound like a boy at first, but eased it up so that her Sophocles sounds more like a slightly lighter version of Tirado’s.

ACEROLA: 1. Christine Marie Cabanos - Voice of Acerola in Pokemon Masters. Flawlessly cast, and gives her usual energized, high-pitched vocal performance that’s so likable and enduring for her roles. 2. Lauren Kammerling - Voice of Acerola in the anime. Fucking WOW. And I thought Lara Starr Rigores as Gardenia was a huge misfire but THIS might well be the single worst miscast of a League Trainer voice in the anime dub. She’s super flat in the acting and sounds NOTHING like the child that Acerola is supposed to be!

FANCAST OPTION - Monica Rial, poster child for Creepy Cute.

MINA: 1. Cherami Leigh - Voice of Mina in Pokemon Masters. One of her lower and deeper tones, sounding something like Linda Cardelini in Gravity Falls. An exact match for how I’d pictured Mina to sound. 2. Samara Naeymi - Voice of Mina in the anime. Meh. Not godawful or anything, but unlike her Malva, it’s pretty bland and forgettable.

KAHILI: 1. Janice Kawaye - Voice of Kahili in Pokemon Masters. Sounds close to her Peko Pekoyama voice, and it absolutely works here. 2. Unknown VA - Voice of Kahili in the anime. Who even was this?

FANCAST OPTION - Colleen O’Shaughnessey. For whatever reason, I feel her voice would go well with Kahili’s character.

NESSA: 1. Anairis Quinones - Voice of Nessa in Pokemon: Twilight Wings. Just love the way she plays the role, she sounds best suited for it. 2. Tiana Camacho - Voice of Nessa in Pokemon Masters EX. Initially she sounded off with this “slighty above a whisper” tone in much of her line delivery, but her reprisal saw improvement and her voice and accent sound spot on.

BEA: 1. Shara Kirby - Voice of Bea in Pokemon Masters EX. Her voice most naturally suits the character, and the accent she uses is an added plus. I can totally buy her as one tough customer. 2. Laura Stahl - Voice of Bea in Pokemon: Twilight Wings. Slightly lighter than Shara’s voice and lacks the accent, but otherwise great. 3. Tiana Camacho - Voice of Bea in the main anime. On one hand, her acting is super on point. On the other hand, she pitches her voice way deeper than was needed, which makes her sound kinda goofy.

ALLISTER: 1. Casey Mongillo - Voice of Allister in Pokemon: Twilight Wings. They were such an ideal pick for the role, wish they got more lines! 2. Norma Gose - Voice of Allister in Pokemon Masters EX. Does a decent enough job sounding like a boy, and with a nice accent too! 3. Ryan Bartley - Voice of Allister in the main anime. Shinji was better suited for this than Rei. This just isn’t Ryan’s natural element.

FANCAST OPTION - David Errigo Jr. Ferb for Allister, please?

OPAL: 1. Mairin M. Miller - Voice of Opal in the main anime. This is exactly the sort of voice I was thinking I’d hear out of Opal. Well played! 2. Laura Post - Voice of Opal in Pokemon: Twilight Wings. Sounds like Ragyo Kiryuin trying to imitate an old lady. Doesn’t really work.

MELONY:

1. Wendee Lee - Voice of Melony in Pokemon Masters EX.

2. Laura Post - Voice of Melony in Pokemon: Twilight Wings.

PIERS: 1. Aleks Le - Voice of Piers in Pokemon Masters EX. He’s got the grunge, the flair, the mood, and above all, THE YELL! He rocks it! 2. Edward Bosco - Voice of Piers in Pokemon: Twilight Wings. Not a whole lot of lines, but what we do hear from him suits Piers very well. 3. Howard Wang - Voice of Piers in the main anime. Like with Roxie in Masters, just doing a typical punk rocker voice isn’t quite enough.

RAIHAN: 1. Danny Kramer - Voice of Raihan in the main anime. A total unknown as a VA, but he manages to pin down all the essentials of Raihan in this performance, with a suave voice that fits him best. 2. Nazeeh Tarsha - Voice of Raihan in Pokemon: Twilight Wings. He was a great casting pick and on a single line, he got Raihan right. But he direction failed him, as he mostly sounds too smug and weasely! 3. Mike Dent - Voice of Raihan from Pokemon Masters EX. Mike just…isn’t it as Raihan. He sounds overly peppy and like a casual geek rather than a cool guy who gets real feral in battle.

IONO:

1. Lily Ki - Voice of Iono in Pokemon Masters EX. LilyPichu is an actual online personality and streamer well known from Youtube well before she got more voice acting gigs - there could be no more perfect a fit for Iono. She puts in all the chipmunky squeakiness and manic gremlin energy you’d expect to hear out of this character given her design and dialogue. A bit grating? Yeah! That’s the whole idea!

2. Julia Gu - Voice of Iono in Pokemon: Paldean Winds. Julia voiced a manic-obsessive school idol fangirl turned school idol in Love Live! Superstar!!, so she was pretty ideal casting for a enthusiastic showboat like Iono. I think the only issue with her is that the voice direction let her down a little but not pushing her to go even harder and more energized in her line delivery.

3. Erika Harlacher - Voice of Iono in Pokemon Horizons. Sort of a reversal of the above: she goes impressively wild with her delivery, but the voice itself is just not nearly high enough in pitch, making it weird to hear coming out of Iono.

FANCAST OPTION - Hilary Haag was my go-to headcanon Iono voice, for obvious reasons. Everything Iono is, she can get down erffortlessly.

#Pokemon #Pokemon League #voice acting #comparison #opinion

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imperialsportbikes · 10 months

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sleephyjhs · 3 years

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When You’re Expecting (Taehyung Headcanon)

pairing: taehyung x pregnant!reader

warnings: mention of fertility & pregnancy complications

note: i’ve been craving to write a bts x pregnancy series for a while so here we go !! if there’s a specific member you’d like to see next, shoot me an ask :)

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FINDING OUT

even before finding out you were pregnant, you both had so much love for your child

there was nothing either of you could have wanted more than a baby

it was always at the forefront of your mind how much you wanted a little human of your own

it was approaching a year since you began trying seriously

a few false hopes and two miscarriages later, fertility drugs were looking to improve the chances of conceiving

the raging hormones which came with the drugs were all worth the positive test

early september - sickness had hung around your throat for days

headaches lasted longer than usual, and crying at the most mundane things had become an unwelcome habit

in the bathroom cabinet, you’d collected a small stockpile of electronic and stick pregnancy tests

one of them would eventually show positive, right?

taehyung sat on the bathroom tiles with you

waiting two minutes felt closer to waiting two months

he crossed his legs, bouncing his knees impatiently

your knees came to your chin; high hopes weighed heavily on your heart

the alarm set on his phone beeped quietly

your heartbeat rose suddenly to your throat

taehyung reached out for your hand as you turned to read the results

two blue lines - as clear as day

they became less clear as your eyes coated with thick, salty tears

he began to chuckle as his happiness trickled down his cheeks

“we did it baby! we’re gonna have a baby!” he whispered, choked up by his own anticipation

no words were left swirling in your mind

your jaw hung open as though the hinges were faulty

shakily, you lifted the electronic test to triple check

pregnant.

as you crashed into taehyung’s open arms, memories of the past loomed in your mind

it was only inevitable

a positive test was a familiar joy to you both

however this familiar joy had only ever been followed by crippling devastation

as much as you tried not to think about it, you couldn’t help but retain maternal caution

however, this time also felt different

taehyung’s spirit, your spirit - it was as though fate didn’t want to disappoint you any more

someone out there decided it was finally your time to grow a mini human to bring into the world

of course, no time was wasted in contacting the maternity clinic

seeing your baby on a screen was now a top priority

just to see their little head, maybe even hear their heartbeat

just to know they were okay

just to know you were keeping them cosy and safe, that’s all you needed

taehyung couldn’t hold his excitement

from leaving the house to reaching the hospital, his toothy grin never wiped from his cheeks

he never said anything at the time since his main focus was always on comforting you

but losing his babies near enough tore him apart

even when you tried to comfort him, taehyung restricted himself just to protect your wellbeing

of course, the worse had already crossed his mind

but it wouldn’t get the better of him

it couldn’t.

you soon learned you were already 6 weeks pregnant

the midwife had to point out where your little baby was hanging out; they were such a tiny thing after all

briefly, you took the opportunity to hear their heartbeat

it was faint over the machine, but fast

there really was a life within you.

“there’s something else, if you just look over here...” the midwife prompted, turning the monitor so you could grasp a better view

taehyung leaned slightly over your chest to peer closely at the smaller monochrome screen

with the mouse, she circled a second bean shaped figure

“the fertility drugs increase the chance of twins. looks like you guys got lucky!”

twins. you were having twins.

THE PREGNANCY

like with most pregnancies, you were advised to wait until the 12 week milestone to begin announcing your impending delivery

and even though he understood the importance of patience right now, taehyung could hardly contain his excitement

it didn’t help that a little bump had already begun to grow

keeping a secret was much more difficult when the evidence was near impossible to hide

already, taehyung spent early mornings talking to his little angels

telling them stories he seemingly made up on the spot

or even borrowing some from his own childhood

“you know they can’t hear you yet? it’s about 7 weeks until they’ll be able to, honey.”

“i know, i’m just practising for when they can.”

of course, you wouldn’t admit that you did the same when you were alone

you attended more midwife appointments than other expectant mothers might

the pair of you much preferred being on the safer side

in the car, when on a quieter, less congested road, taehyung often reached over to cradle your still-growing bump with a free hand

you slotted your fingertips between his for additional sappiness

“you two have so many people waiting for you here, hmm? many people are already so in love with you both. me and mummy included.”

on a sleepless night, you’d made a small pact with tae

it was a rash decision, but sincere nonetheless

“no matter what, they are always going to know how wanted they were. always.”

taehyung hardly needed reminding of this, but it was still a weight off your shoulders

as you tried to conceive, the pregnancy diet had already been implemented into your daily routines

however now that you were carrying two precious babies, there really would be no more ‘cheat’ days for you

no more extra half cups of coffee on slower mornings

although you usually took over the role of head chef in the house, taehyung dedicated extra effort into preparing you both healthy and yummy foods

sautéd rice with green vegetables and lean meat/tofu appeared to be his go-to

but you still opted to supervise just in case

finally being able to announce your pregnancy was another heavy weight lifted from your mind

the other members were over the moon for you both

particularly when they reminded themselves of the struggles you had experienced previously

and also remembering the utter devastation of their taehyung when he had to break it to them

all of them kept their eye out for little gifts and outfits

each week, taehyung came home with a new stack of pale rompers or neutral-tones teething toys

these babies would have the best uncles; at least that much you could be certain of

announcing your pregnancy on social media was a looming task, but one he was determined to pull off perfectly

for filler content between schedules, the members had been asked to film a 5 minute vlog of their daily life

well, what a perfect opportunity!

towards the end, taehyung made sure to include some shots of your now protruding bump overlaid with some more vintage camera settings

safe to say, that day you had broken the internet

love, congratulations and blessings poured in from every corner of the earth

a few comments complimenting how much pregnancy suited you touched you especially

self image is commonly effected by the progression of pregnancy, and you were no exception to that

although it was amazing how your body grew and made a little home for your tiny babies, it was still quite strange to see yourself changing so quickly

your favourite clothes didn’t fit around your doubled bump anymore

and your skin seemed to hate sharing nutrients with two extra people

but for the days where you struggled to love yourself, taehyung easily filled in the gaps for you

sneaking up behind you in the bathroom

(although the mirror kinda gave him away)

he’d wrap his arms around your just-moisturised bump and carefully rest his chin on your shoulder

“tell me all your worries honey.”

you gushed over how much you missed wearing your favourite jackets

and how strange it was to look at yourself in such a new and confusing way

“i know it’s normal, and i know i have to do it for them. but i guess it’s just weird - i don’t look like myself anymore”

he sighed and planted a kiss on a spot of bare skin

those small kisses still tickled you like they always had

“well, you definitely look different,”

you really hoped there was a second part to that sentence, mostly for tae’s own good

“but why does that have to be bad? not gonna lie, it actually kinda makes you hotter. maybe we should make babies more often!”

“make~?”

LABOUR AND DELIVERY

originally, you had wanted to try and stick to the natural route for as long as you could

but after a few contractions, that idea was immediately out of the window

to help steady yourself and wait out the pain, you held onto the kitchen island and swayed to your own pace

eventually, taehyung joined you

copying the same movements while timing your contractions

“they really must be desperate to come out, huh?”

“well do you think they could hurry it up a bit?!”

the pair of you had been prepared for this for over a month

the hospital bag was ready by the door with all of your essentials packed tightly inside

not forgetting the pots of instant ramen taehyung insisted he must bring in case of an emergency

just as he was readying to back out of the driveway, taehyung took a mental stock check of everything packed in the back

“do you think we have everything?”

“i love you but stop talking please.”

thankfully, he understood well that the sheer pain made you cranky

so long as he assured himself that it was ‘just the contractions’, he’d be just fine

as much as he couldn’t wait to announce he was about to become a father to everyone, he kept himself grounded when walking you to the maternity ward

one corridor in and you’d suggested that a wheelchair might be a better mode of transport

breathlessness and contractions didn’t sound like a favourable mix to you

the assessment of your fast dilation granted you an immediate spot in the labour ward

you’d picked this suite specially due to its expansive space

the option of a birthing pool was still available if you so needed it, but the mood lighting and access to aromatherapy was what attracted you to the room in the first place

a serene paradise for your angels to be born into

it was perfect

taehyung explored while you adjusted to your new surroundings

of course, it didn’t take him long to find the birthing ball

“what’s the difference between a yoga ball and a birthing ball?”

there obviously was none, but you took a few seconds to try and be smart with him

“well, sit on that and you might have a baby the size of a watermelon come out of you soon.”

taehyung cradled his torso and pulled a shocked expression, which was enough to make you giggle and cause another contraction

less than a few hours passed, and you had already attempted to scream the building down once or twice

“get these babies out of me. no i’m serious, i need them out.”

realising your deadpan expression, taehyung soon attended to you at the head of your bed

stroking your slightly sweaty head and patting a ice cold flannel on your clammy forehead

he braced himself for a crushing hand grip which came about sooner than he’d prepared for

you weren’t the biggest fan of commotion, and so being surrounded by nurses and doctors was close to being your worst nightmare

taehyung focused his voice into your ear, trying to minimise the tension coming from below your pelvis

his motivational words were broken up by short bursts of pushes

many of which were followed by a string of curse words which just slipped out

and then, there it was.

the first piercing cry belted across the room

a tear or two may have happened to slip from your eyes

finally the moment you’d waited for, nearly two years in the making, was here

the first of two, a little girl who already had a head full of the most luscious black hair

taehyung wanted to hold back his happy tears in order to show some kind of strength

but you and him both knew he’d never hold it back for long

within the space of 4 minutes, the second baby was born into the world.

but this time, there was no immediate cry

the whole world seemed to slow down in that moment as you waited

and waited

midwifes gathered around the new infant, looking for any kind of obstruction

but, soon enough, your son said his first hello to the world

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for-fucks-sake-h · 3 years

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At My Weakest - two

rated: m, mature | word count: 4.2k | story page

“I wanna taste you again. Like a secret or a sin.”

- Matthew Perryman Jones

When Gianna stirred awake, she wasn’t surprised to find Harry laying beside her. What she was surprised about though was the absolute softness of his face.

The lines of his cheekbone and jaw were still sharp, but his skin was completely smooth. The usual indent between his brows was nonexistent, and his hair was a beautiful curly mess. She found herself reaching out to smooth some stray curls back behind his ear, her fingertips just barely brushing his soft skin.

He didn’t disappoint once he got her in his bed. Turns out his smug, cocky demeanor could be backed up, and backed up well. He wasn’t short on foreplay, he didn’t rush into it. If anything, he drew out the string of anticipation so ridiculously thin it snapped; until they were all hands and mouths and moans and pleasure.

It was good. It was fun. It was a much needed distraction.

But it looked different in the daylight.

What was passionate gasps and needy hands in the dimmed moonlight, was just a sloppy rebound fuck with a friend in the early morning daylight.

Gianna was careful to slip out of bed, nakedly grabbing her borrowed sweater from the floor before tiptoeing to his bathroom. And when she returned, she was met with green eyes and tousled hair.

“Thought you left.” His voice was even deeper than usual, the early morning rasp doing nothing to quell Gianna’s increasingly warming skin. “Didn’t think you were a hit and run kinda person.”

Gianna breathed a soft laugh as she made her way over to him in just her sweater.

“No, but I should probably get my ass on the couch before your sister wakes up.”

“Y’know she sleeps like the dead.” He watched her as he fiddled with the corner of his duvet, eyes tracing the curve of her hip where the sweater ended against her caramel skin. “Could give you one more before you go.”

The lightness of his eyes looked iridescent in the morning light, especially in comparison to the blown out brown of Gianna’s staring back at him.

He sat up just then, the dark emerald sheet slipping down his chest to rest casually across his bare hips. He was a sight with his unruly hair falling over his collar bones and his toned chest and stomach on full display.

“In fact,” he started as he scooted down the bed until he was right in front of her, his feet meeting the ground as he pulled her closer between his thighs, “was thinking we could do this whenever you want.”

Gianna’s hands found his bare shoulders, his skin still incredibly warm from sleep and as soft as it looked.

“Is this my sweater?” Harry asked suddenly as he looked down to where he played with the knitted fabric at her hips, his hands slowly splaying out on Gianna’s bare thighs.

“Gemma gave it to me last night,” she responded softly.

“Hm. Anyway… could be a perfect fit for both of us,” Harry murmured, his head tilted up towards Gianna’s, his lips inches from hers. The innuendo was embedded in his tone and the look on his face, and even more blatantly obvious when the most subtle indent of a dimple teased its way onto his cheek.

It would be too easy for Gianna to take him up on the offer, crawl back into bed with him and let him bring her over the edge as many times as he wanted; as many times as she wanted. But for as sexy and generous as he’d been, she knew it wasn’t the best idea and something she shouldn’t get used to.

Gianna sighed with a gentle squeeze to his shoulder blade. “H…”

“G,” Harry rebutted in a playful tone.

“Probably not a good idea.”

“I beg to differ. Think it’s a great idea. My best idea yet.”

“Last night was fun,” Gianna offered gently. “I just don’t think we should make a habit out of it. I have a lot going on and I don’t want to drag you—”

“—Hey, say no more.”

If Harry’s ego was bruised from the rejection, he didn’t show it.

Instead, he pushed himself up from the bed as she took a step back, the sheet knowingly falling away from his body as he stood before her at his full height. They were nearly chest to chest, and it took everything inside Gianna to ignore the way her nipples pebbled beneath the soft fabric of her sweater.

“The offer’s available if you ever want it.” His lips curled around every word, only making his offer even more overwhelmingly enticing.

He didn’t wait for a response. Instead, his chest brushed against her arm as he carelessly moved around her to head to the bathroom, completely naked, every inch of his body on display.

If he felt Gianna’s eyes on him, he didn’t show it.

A fresh steam of her reworn silk skirt and sheer button down blouse later, and the party was in full swing, guests arriving one after another to her parents home.

Gianna was lucky to have arrived when she did, the distraction of guests doing her every favor to hold off the inevitable questions from her family. A quick comment that Steve was held up at work was as far into it as she could get before her mother was whisked away by one thing or another. Gianna wasn’t so worried about the lie as she was her delivery of said lie.

The end of her relationship was the last thing she felt like discussing at her fathers 50th birthday celebration.

The one thing she didn’t anticipate was the possibility of Steve showing up.

She saw him as soon as he walked through the front door, his polo shirt and perfectly styled hair immediately catching her eye. His eyes scanned the room in search of her, and it felt like her heart could literally drop out of her ass.

Gianna excused herself from her fathers colleagues before making her way toward him, her blood boiling as her heart pounded in her chest.

“What are you doing here?” She whispered harshly as she pulled him aside, eyes ablaze as she looked at him.

“You haven’t been answering your phone.” His response was so casual for someone who blew up their life together without a second thought.

“Yeah you lost that privilege yesterday, Steve.”

“Gianna, please. Let’s just talk about this.”

“You need to leave.”

“Gianna—”

“Y’alright?” Gianna turned to look up at the sound of the intruder's voice, her eyes meeting Harry’s expressionless face immediately.

Gianna was quick to reel in her emotions as well, instead smiling and greeting Harry and Gemma and their parents.

“Hi guys! Yeah, yeah, all good. Steve was just leaving,” Gianna continued to smile despite the confused look on Harry and Gemma’s parents faces. “He’s gotta work.”

Steve huffed. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Let’s go find Lisa!” Gemma suggested to her parents with a gentle guide on both of their backs.

“Oh, she’s in the kitchen.” Gianna pointed in the direction of her mother and released a sigh when they headed that way.

Gianna turned back to Steve the moment they were out of earshot. “You’re a real asshole, you know that?”

Steve opened his mouth to reply, but Harry was quick to interject. “Think she told you to go.”

Gianna watched the anger wash over Steve’s face as he turned to Harry.

“Shouldn’t take me telling you for you to listen,” Harry added with a disapproving shake of his head.

That confidence Harry exuded? Yeah, it came in handy in a wide array of situations.

“Don’t make me kick you out of here,” Gianna told Steve. “I don’t want to cause a scene and embarrass my mum but I will if I have to.”

Harry took the most subtle step closer. He really only sort of shifted his weight towards Gianna more, barely enough to even notice, but judging by Steve’s disgruntled face, he noticed.

Gianna noticed too.

“We’re going to talk about this later.” Just the sound of Steve’s voice made Gianna’s heart plummet. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, but it was.

She watched him turn around with an exasperated huff, a withheld breath escaping her when he disappeared through the front door.

“Y’okay?”

Gianna momentarily forgot Harry was still standing beside her. “Yeah,” she nodded. “Gonna go hide for a bit and collect myself.”

She didn’t wait for his response before she disappeared upstairs with tears welling in her eyes.

Who did Steve think he was? Just showing up at her parents home as if nothing happened? Something did happen. A lot of shit happened. Many words were exchanged and the way Gianna left their home and didn’t look back said even more then her frustrated, broken words.

Gianna didn’t know how long she hid in her childhood bathroom, but apparently it was long enough for someone to come looking for her when she heard the softest tap on the door.

She wasn’t crying, that was a plus. So she braced herself for her mother to be undoubtedly on the other side of the door, but opened it slowly to find none other than Harry leaned up against the doorframe, his face closer than she would have expected.

His chin was pointed down towards his chest, leaving him to look up at her through his lashes with his eyebrows raised high and the lines across his forehead even more prominent.

“Just checking on you. Y’don’t have to come out yet if you don’t wanna.”

Gianna leaned against the wall so that she was standing parallel to him, her body lining up perfectly with his, both of their arms crossed over their chests, the door to the bathroom propped open just enough for them to see each other.

“Is my mum looking for me?”

He pursed his lips with regret. “I did hear her say your name a little bit ago.”

Gianna released a deep sigh as she let her eyes fall closed. “I can’t believe he just showed up here.”

“Do you know what he wanted?”

Gianna scoffed. “No clue, probably to torture me some more. As if yesterday wasn’t enough.”

“He’s got some nerve,” Harry shook his head in disbelief.

Gianna exhaled again. “I don’t even wanna be here and now I gotta go put a show on for everyone and pretend like everything’s fine.”

Harry gave her a small, understanding smile. “Want me to go fall down the stairs as a distraction?”

The tiniest shiver rolled down his spine when she smiled with a shake of her head.

“I’ll just dive head first. They’ll be so distracted with my broken collar bone that you can sneak out the back,” he added with a completely straight face, intently fighting the twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Gianna laughed softly as she pushed her elbow against his. “What if you mess up your face? I’ll never forgive myself.”

“Oh yeah, you’re right. Never mind scratch that idea,” Harry replied quickly, the smile forming across his face regardless of his efforts.

Gianna’s face softened after a moment, and Harry couldn’t be positive, but he was pretty sure her body moved a half an inch closer to his.

“Thanks for stepping in with him,” she said sincerely, her big brown eyes steady on his.

Harry swallowed discreetly, licking his lips in a force of habit. “Anytime,” he murmured, his eyes flicking across her face.

“You didn’t have to,” Gianna replied mindlessly, her eyes falling across his face.

“Know I didn’t.” Harry’s voice was soft, because as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he felt like his skin was on fire.

She was so close. Her perfume invaded his senses the same way it did on the roof, it had seeped into his sheets and lingered on his skin that morning. It was all he could focus on, subconsciously pulling him closer to her.

Although, maybe not totally subconscious at all. He knew he wanted her. He knew that after one night with her, that he wanted her again, as many times as she’d give herself to him.

He could tell she wanted to kiss him. Fuck, he was willing her to just do it. It was like every fiber of his being was screaming for her to just connect their mouths, get lost in each other again. But he could tell she was having some sort of internal battle that held her back.

“What are you thinking?” he asked softly, eyes peering into hers.

She blinked back at him, the soft furrow of her brows somehow making her more attractive. He watched her mouth open and close, trying to find the words.

“Tell me,” he murmured.

He could feel her breath just barely brushing his lips as his eyes pulled down to the curve of her Cupid’s bow first, then the curve of her chest, before traveling the same path back again, ready to dive back into the deep brown of her eyes.

They were cast down, the curl of her lashes on display instead, and at first Harry assumed in shame or disinterest. But they burned against his own mouth, as she took account of every curve of his lips.

“G...” he tried once more, hoping that the movement of his lips spurred her on.

She was about to say something, Harry could see it on every inch of her face, but then there were footsteps entering the room and the sound of her name being called that Gianna snapped back, pulling away from him so quickly that it felt like the wind had been knocked out of him.

“Oh there you are,” Gemma said, relieved. “Your mum's going to go searching for you any minute, wanted to find you first.”

“Yeah, same,” Harry nodded as he tried to casually run a hand through the top of his hair and gently tuck a stray piece behind his ear. Only it didn’t feel casual at all, the only thing he felt was fidgety. “I’ll go distract her,” he added as he pushed his hands into the pockets of his black jeans and turned to leave.

The truth was, he felt like he couldn’t breath and he wasn’t even quite sure why. Gianna was hard to read, she was really good at bottling things up which left him completely unsure where he stood. She told him she wasn’t interested, and he understood why. Things could get complicated and that was the last thing she needed in her life at the moment. But then she looked at him like that, and her eyes - reluctant but burning into his skin - said something completely different.

He wasn’t going to push her, though. She needed a friend and that was what he was going to be to her. So he went to Lisa’s side and talked her ear off about a recent show he had watched on Discovery, and watched with a small smirk as Gianna’s mum pretended to be interested.

Luckily, the rest of the party went on as normal. And even more so, Gianna and Harry didn’t have a moment alone together until the goodbyes. There was the slightest bit of hesitancy when they went to leave a kiss on each other's cheeks, something they and their families always did when parting ways.

It was a blip of a moment really, but it was enough to have chills running across Gianna’s skin just from the barely there scruff of Harry’s cheek brushing hers. He gave a small, but reassuring smile when he pulled away, a soft squeeze of her arm just before he followed Gemma out the door.

It was insane, but she couldn’t stop thinking about him the rest of the night. While she helped her parents clean up, while they talked her ear off about their upcoming travel plans, while she finally peeled herself away from them at nearly midnight, while she drove back to Gemma and Harry’s place, while she tiptoed inside and locked up behind her.

“Hey,” Gemma called from where she was curled up on the couch in front of the tv. “Rest of the night go okay?”

“Oh, yeah. The usual really.” Gianna sighed as she slipped her studded heels off, her limbs feeling heavy from the long day.

“I’ll be out of your bedroom in a mo, this is almost over,” Gemma said half heartedly, eyes still trained on the tv.

Gianna didn’t bother with a response, but instead wandered down the hallway to Gemma’s room to steal some clothes. She couldn’t help but glance at Harry’s bedroom door, the light peeking through the bottom like a temptation.

She wondered what he was doing in there as she changed, if he heard her come in, if he could sense her in the proximity somehow. Her fingertips prickled with curiosity and her mind tiptoed along the ledge of “what if” and “maybe” and “why not”.

He offered. All she had to do was accept.

When she stepped out of Gemma’s room with an oversized white tee shirt and minty fresh teeth, she immediately noticed that Harry’s light was no longer illuminating the edges of his door, the room seemingly pitch black.

Maybe that was a sign from the universe or something. Maybe, she thought, she should just quit while she’s ahead.

Her makeshift bed was all ready for her in the living room, Gemma having neatly arranged blankets and pillows on the couch where she was previously sitting. That was one thing about both of the Style’s siblings, they never made you feel unwelcome.

“Alright love, let me know if you need anything,” Gemma spoke as she placed her empty tea cup in the sink.

“Thanks, Gems. Seriously. Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Gemma smiled warmly as she walked over, wrapping Gianna in a quick hug before heading for the hallway.

“Oh,” she turned around quickly, “Harry spoke to Steve after we left.”

Gianna’s heart stopped, bracing herself for whatever transpired between them. “How bad was it?”

“Eh,” Gemma shrugged, chuckling lightly as she continued. “Harry yelled a lot, but he’ll be gone for a few hours tomorrow morning so you can go get your stuff. We’ll go with you to help.”

Gianna released a heavy sigh, overwhelmed with her friend's generosity. “You guys don’t have to do that.”

“Too bad because we are,” Gemma quickly replied. “Harry told Steve he was coming with you anyway, just in case he decides to try anything like what went on today. Plus, the more hands means the faster you can get out of there.”

Gianna gave her a pouty smile.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Gemma laughed. “You would do the same for me.”

“I would,” she agreed.

“Besides, Harry’s the one that made it happen. He just told me the plan before he went to bed.” Gemma smoothed down the baby hairs sticking up at the front of Gianna’s hairline, a small, sympathetic smile on her face. “I love you, get some sleep.”

Gianna didn’t know what she did to deserve a friend like Gemma, but she was grateful every single day for whatever cosmic blip happened in the universe to force them together.

“Love you,” Gianna murmured as she watched Gemma head for her room, finding herself standing completely still as she watched her bedroom door close softly at the end of the hall.

And then she was left in silence with nothing but her thoughts. Which if anyone could hear inside her brain, they’d know they were anything but silent.

She went to plop down on the couch, letting out a long, deep sigh as she sunk into the cushions.

Harry didn’t need to put his neck out like that, but he did. His exact reasoning, Gianna wasn’t sure. But he appeared beside her at that party like it was second nature. He took it upon himself to find a way for her to safely get her things from her former home, and she was grateful. He was a good friend. She knew that already, but it was even more prominent now.

She thought starting something with Harry would be harder on her than not. She thought she didn’t need the added stress. But he never showed any indication that he would make anything stressful for her. If anything, the only thing he showed was the opposite.

A distraction, an escape, a good time.

That was all she needed right now. And in a way, that was exactly what Harry was offering.

So she pulled herself up from the couch with purpose, and padded down the hall to the door on the right with her heart beating wildly in her chest. Her fingers brushed along the grain of wood, a last chance effort to back away with none the wiser.

But she didn’t want to. As ridiculous as it seemed, Harry made her feel something that she desperately needed at the moment.

So she jumped.

It was the softest tap, her knuckle meeting the wood so lightly she was positive he wouldn’t even hear it. Her breath was shaky as she did it again, this time the tiniest bit harder, more sure.

There was no sign of movement behind the door. She waited with baited breath, tapping her knuckles a third time, squeezing her eyes closed, begging for Gemma not to hear.

But nothing. No sound, no movement, no Harry.

Maybe he had snuck out at some point, while she was changing perhaps. Or maybe he had decided she was right after all, that this - she - was too complicated for him right now.

She drew one last small pattern on the door, her temple pressed against the framing before she dropped her hand and pulled away.

And then in a moment of pure heart stopping relief, the door swung open and a large hand wrapped around her forearm, tugging her inside the dark room so quickly she felt lightheaded.

Her back was pressed up against the wall beside the door as Harry eased it closed quietly. Gianna caught her breath, her chest rising and falling sharply as she took him in. He was in nothing but boxer briefs sitting low on his hips, his hair pulled up in a bun, his skin reflecting against the light of the muted tv in the corner of his room. His bed was unmade, the spot he was previously occupying obvious, what with blankets thrown to the one corner and pillows propped up against the center of the headboard.

Harry was looking at her expectantly when she turned her face back to him, but he didn’t say anything, eyes simply scanning the features of Gianna’s face.

“How’d you know it was me?” Gianna murmured softly.

“I didn’t.” His tone was neutral, but his eyes were blazing, even in the darkness.

She couldn’t pull her eyes from him, and all she could think about was taking the half a step needed to be pressed against his soft skin.

“Hoped it was,” Harry added after a beat of silence, his eyes falling to her mouth. “Didn’t know, but hoped.”

The words barely made their way from his lips before Gianna was taking the small step to connect their mouths. And it was as if Harry was waiting for it, because his hand immediately cupped her jaw as he took his own step, her back pressing against the wall once more.

His lips were warm, and they tasted familiar this time. That thought surprised Gianna somehow - this wasn’t the first time, and although it was new, it was comforting in a way she wouldn’t be able to explain if she tried.

He kissed her with his entire body, every inch of him pressed tightly against her, pinning her to the wall. His tongue teased her bottom lip, and without second thought, she met him with her own, sparks shooting across her skin in the form of goosebumps and anticipation.

The soft groan that escaped his throat as he pulled her even closer lit her on fire, his fingers digging harder into the soft curves of her hips.

“Fuck, I want you,” Harry sighed breathlessly, his lips trailing across Gianna’s jaw and down her neck.

She scratched her nails down his back, his body only pressing against hers more in response. “Want you too,” she whispered, like it was a confession, as if her actions hadn’t already exposed her.

His lips burned against her throat, sucking deliberate kisses to her sensitive skin as his hands smoothed up and down her sides, gripping here, pulling there. She could feel him, hard and needy against her pelvis, and it made her stomach twist with desire.

“This has to stay between us,” Gianna spoke gently up to the ceiling. “No one can know.”

“Good,” Harry stamped a kiss to her jaw, pulling her face to his by the back of her neck, his lips brushing hers with his words. “Can be our secret.”

And it was, he made sure of it. No one would know what went on between them under the darkness of the night, hidden behind the walls of his room, disguised behind their eyes in the daylight.

It would just be theirs, whatever it was, for as long as Harry could help it.

But that’s the thing about secrets… they always find a way out.

a/n: *nervous laughter* Heyyy guysss lol so! There we have it! It’s happening, it’s fine, everything’s fine. The biggest thanks to the best babes @andwhenshesays @oh-honey-styles @harrytheehottie @real-work-of-art @haute-romance-quotidienne @all-things-fic for the comments and laughs and support and encouragement - you guys are the real ones. I hope everyone enjoyed this one! Much more to come *more nervous laughter* lol thank you for reading! I hope you’ve had a great friday! xxx

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taumoeba · 3 years

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why the percy jackson movies are good, actually:

1) they just are lol

okay but seriously before i get into this let me address the valid criticisms the movies get.

grover is a racist caricature. it was unnecessary and they destroyed his character to make him comic relief. also NO ONE asked for the weird persephone x grover thing in the first film 🤢

very weird unresolved tension between percy and annabeth... “i definitely have feelings for you, i just cant tell if theyre negative or positive” is top 5 worst lines in cinema. they had no business aging up the characters just to “sex-ify” the film. like we didnt need a gritty/dark version of what is supposed to be a children’s story

they made clarisse skinny 😐

as an adaptation, if you were looking for faithfulness, you didnt find it in the movies. (the musical is a much better adaptation!) like not even the notion of artistic license can excuse chris columbus for changing all that he did. thor freudenthal tried to fix it but by then it was too late. i understand the hatred for the movies based on this. (but at the same time, the sheer level of hate is unwarranted. ill explain later)

????

genuinely cant think of any other reasons they’re bad. i think those cover the main concerns. anyways, HERE IS WHY THE PERCY JACKSON MOVIES ARE GOOD, ACTUALLY:

logan lerman acting king!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! when i tell you that man EMBODIED the character of percy jackson. i know his legacy has been forever tarnished by the bad reputation of these movies but i also know that everyone praises his work in it bc it is truly one of the best things about the films. like he is genuinely talented! THAT BEING SAID. i dont want to see him as poseidon in the percy jackson disney show. i just know that man is tired of being associated to greek mythology fanfiction. support him by watching his other movies instead please

jake abel, acting king number 2. ive said this before but he was ACTUALLY the perfect luke. the expressions. the delivery of his corny lines. this video. literally iconic behavior!

honestly the cast in general. alexandra daddario, nathan fillion hermes, stanley tucci dionysus, UMA THURMAN MEDUSA???!!!

the soundtrack... need i say more? (i don’t, but i will anyways. first movie featured highway to hell, pokerface, tiktok - not the app. the ke$ha song- among others. second movie featured fall out boy. like they didn’t have to go that hard with the songs but they DID). also they made luke listen to classical music while playing chess in his giant cruise ship’s captain’s quarters... perfect characterization!

rick riordan hates the movies and im sick and tired of that man so by default i love the movies. okay but seriously. i understand feeling insulted by a poorly done adaptation of your life’s greatest work, and i understand not wanting to watch something that is based on your writing. but he has made this grudge so excessive that out of spite im about to start unironically endorsing the films over his books. hes written whole essays griping about his hatred for the movies. which at the same time, is just FURTHER ASSOCIATING YOURSELF TO THE MOVIES! a part of me is convinced that as soon as the disney x fox merger happened, he ran to disney headquarters and started begging them for a tv show just so he could direct his anger towards the movies into something productive. like man WE GET IT! YOU DONT LIKE THE MOVIES!!!

they are.... SO funny???????? im pretty sure even if you havent seen the movies youve heard someone quote it? here are some notable ones:

“this is like high school without the musical”

“this is a pen. THIS IS A PEN!!”

“you can’t kill the janitors! those are working class citizens!”

“you’re burning money? we’re in a recession! that’s treason!!”

“tell me those aren’t sharks.” “....those aren’t sharks.”

that scene where tyson is like... olympus!!!! and percy is like... no...we’re in washington dc.....

“hey! what are you doing? don’t walk on my roof.”

“[starts singing It’s A Small World]”

the visual effects are objectively, pretty good

despite it not being a faithful adaptation, the movies have a decent plot. or at least i was still enthralled while watching them? like disconnect them from the books and its still a (mostly) solid story.

or if you dont want to think about the plot at all, just admit that they’re FUN and ICONIC and DEFINED THE 2010s.

you guys are just haters. the percy jackson movies are good and we deserved the titans curse adaptation. end of discussion

#pjo #pjo movies #blah blah blah #u all asked and i delivered.#and to all a good night🙏🏼#pro pjo films propaganda #100 #pin

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srbachchan · 3 years

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DAY 4822

Jalsa, Mumbai May 11, 2021 Tue 11:09 PM

Birthday - EF - Deepa Krishna .. Iris - Israel .. birthday greetings and the wishes for happiness ever .. be safe and protected .. love from the Ef ❤️

So they said you have written too much in the last few daya and so there has to be a break ..

Hence ..

Amitabh Bachchan

..... but no the night is not inviting .. it sleeps for a while and wakes up .. and opens the mind and the eye to return .. return to the page of the connect for the four thousand two hundred and twenty second day .. propelling thoughts that awake get to testify information that has been questioned .. the search continues and references made be turned through several pages and pages of writing and the title is unfound ..

.. but .. and we seem to love this word ‘but’ .. but what attracts in the reading are the words of Babuji and his poems yes but descriptions and opinions on various topics and issues .. in his life in his philosophy in his belief .. and they are not put down able .. even at 4:10 of the AM of the next May day 12, it seems like an ordinary beginning ..

the absolute delight in the readings of Babuji’s experiences are so endearing that there is a sense of him sitting before me and narrating in his inimitable express of those personal moments .. vivid descriptions of events and happenings .. opinions that formed in those early years seem eternal in their content and longevity .. they prevail even now, his thoughts on contemporaries, colleagues, adversaries, public presents at kavi sammelans - poetic symposiums and the varied incidents - some humorous some distasteful some controversial , but ever ending in either the realisation of fact or misunderstanding of the people around and the organisers by them to him ..

.. they bring the India of the time right before you .. a vivid describe of time place thought habit and circumstance , in a most academic manner .. well almost ..

.. the vastness of his knowledge , his writing is a monolithic structure of encyclopaedic value .. and as I sit in the quiet of this 2.0 ‘awakened night’ , I am in the guilt of the lack of research that should and should have been done ..

.. i do keep getting various dissertations on the research done by individuals and the efforts they make .. but I feel they are in need of assistance to carry the baton so to say forward ..

.. my uncertainty in its progress is loaded with the immaturity of my administration of how something so vast can be designed in the manner that brings the true value of its vastness .. and I must admit it is most disturbing and frustrating to sit here surrounded by his works and write about it to no avail ..

.. the world and its life is moving at speeds that cannot be imagined .. and before long all that needed reserve and time and think, shall perhaps soon disappear .. disappear without knowing what has been lost and regretfully forgotten ..

.. generations change .. their likes and dislikes take on fresher and new horizons .. horizons that could have other eclectic thoughts ideas and paths, which could not be interested in the writings of the past ..

.. I see it happening in our own world where each generation identifies with the present .. the past is past .. irrelevant and perhaps uninteresting .. many of the greats and their works unrecognised and never given attention to .. the talk of them by some of those that have respect for those early times is heard with an unheard surprise .. and that is as long as it stays .. its back to the present and the stage immediate .. what is today , now this very instant , is the refrain ..

.. but it is generational .. we too were the past generation and thought of the present of the time .. today that is the past and does not have meaning and effect for the ‘now’ .. LIFE ..

.. but yes values and bearings shall prevail when the environ of the ‘being brought up’ draws their attention to certain givings that we surround ourselves in .. and the hope and prayer is that some of its elixir shall be retained, not just for the present but shall be noticed and passed on to the next .. a receipt of which , an invoice that shall have to be paid in full and final in order that the product is delivered and seen that it works to perfection .. and that AMC signed for its maintenance ..

I write far too much ..

And here is what justifies the above .. the extended versions of the Blog which many in the Ef perhaps do not desire .. not for any ulterior motive but length and speed and delivery of the today GEN is ‘say it , be brief, and leave ..’ .. most of the time do not even say it , for, we, they say, have our own version and opinion of it ...

.. done and over ..

SO .. many observe that the comments when it all started on DAY 1 for several DAYS were in the 500 to over a thousand at times and now rest at the very best to around a meagre 100 .. and the conclusion then that the interest in the Blog has wained away and there is need to stop or disappear .. or search for another ..

.. there is reason in the thinking ..

.. why remain .. its the same routine over and over again .. what is so endearing or of interest here which cannot be topped in the T the FB and the INsta .. and the values there are different and greatly more exciting ..

.. the religious aspects on the T and the FB get the numbers .. the young their escapades, clothing and opinions get the millions on the INsta ..

.. so what is this ‘grey’ doing here ..?

.. a good question for which I have no answer , except that the connect even with the ONE is the draw that I value .. because that is how it all began .. just the 1 (one) response , which then drew more ..

It is now past 5 am of the 12th of May and a few yawns appear .. which does not necessarily mean that the bed doth invite .. no .. the yawn is the human mechanism inviting the lack of O2 .. I think ..

.. and I am certain that the many scientific minded shall have a million adverse theories to it .. so let me hear them .. !!!

Alright just did another .. YAWN ..

I shall leave and perhaps seek the viewing in the recline of the incredible Formula 1 series , which I have to admit has been made with exceptional skill .. the shot takings the editing the sheer pace of the series and its visuals .. actually puts you inside those F1 vehicles of spectacular design and performance .. breathtaking !

be in peace .. be in safety .. be in precaution .. be not lax in discipline .. be in line of protocol and advice ..

.. and be in the love that I hold you in .. ❤️

Amitabh Bachchan ... 🙏🌹

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passable-talent · 4 years

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Request for a Zuko blowjob.... Our fire prince receiving? However you wanna do it 💜😝 I'm just thirsty af

y’all are gonna get me horny. all characters are of age.

happy 1000 follower special, sorry it took a while, hope it was worth it.

Fire Lord Zuko needed a break- you could tell.

It was one of the things that he liked about you, that you could just sense it, when there was too much energy or stress in his muscles. It was like an innate superpower of yours, or maybe you just spent a little too much time paying attention to him and so you learned his body language.

You were a servant at the palace, high in the ranks through sheer hard work. You had been born with no status in your blood, and so you kept your head down and proved your worth, your talent, your skill. You’d been brought to the palace of the Fire Lord when you were ten to study under some of the more important servants there, those entrusted to keep state secrets while passing them between generals and sometimes even the Fire Lord himself.

You’d crushed on Prince Zuko from afar. You’d witnessed his banishment. You waited for him to return, knowing, hoping, that he’d be the one of royal blood to fix the monstrosities hiding behind these walls.

And when he came back, eight years after you’d first come to the palace, he was pretty much everything you’d hoped he would become.

The thing about being a high ranking servant is that you can sometimes subvert the delegated work patterns. For instance, on days like this, you often used the evenings that you weren’t required to work to snatch the Fire Lord’s dinner from the servant who was supposed to bring it to him, and took it to him yourself.

Genius, isn’t it?

“My Lord,” you said, head bowed respectfully at the doorway of the Fire Lord’s study. He often spent his evenings here, catching up on the schooling he’d missed, spending three years at sea. Even now he looked stressed, his shoulders tight as he leaned over the dark wooden desk. He looked up to see you, and the slightest bit of relaxation let his arms lower, but there was still work to do.

“Come in, Y/N.” You stepped into the room, placing his dinner before him on an empty portion of the desk. Every staff member who worked with him personally, he knew by name, but his knowledge of you went a bit deeper.

You turned, putting your back to the Fire Lord just briefly to slowly close the door. It made a soft noise, soft enough that it wouldn’t draw attention, nor did it shatter the atmosphere of the room.

“You have a lot on your mind, Fire Lord Zuko,” you said, leaning back against the door with a bit of a smile on your face as you looked at him. He ate lightly, delivering the chicken filled dumplings to his lips even as he continued reading the parchment strewn about in front of him. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander to his mouth- he had nearly colorless lips, which would make one think that his lips were thin. But you knew better.

You stood against the door, patiently, as he finished his meal, though his focus was on his paperwork until the very last morsel. Once he had, you pushed off from the wall with your shoulder blade and approached his desk.

You could be much bolder, now that this was an established pattern. You knew your forwardness was accepted, even appreciated.

When you reached the desk, you let your hips press against it, leaning over. Your left hand boxed in the dishes his meal had left behind, and with a tilt of your head you pressed a finger to his papers, though not the one he was currently scribbling on. You moved it around, slowly, catching his attention, bringing his gaze up to your sly smile.

“I really don’t have the time,” he said, and his voice was quiet enough that you could tell he regretted turning you away.

“I was merely collecting your dishes,” you answered cheekily, lifting up the tray you had set down and walking back to the door. When it was halfway open, he called out.

“Wait,” he said, and paused to lower his volume. “You’re going?”

“I thought you said you didn’t have any time?” You asked, coyly, and reveled for a moment’s pause in the red that rose on his cheeks. “Don’t worry, your majesty, I’m coming right back. After all, I’ve heard that something very important needs to be discussed with you.”

He recognized the meaning of the words. It was your own personal code, a phrase that you often used when trying to hide your true intention.

You knew better than to sprint. It would draw attention, and leave you out of breath. But you wanted so desperately to hurry, to return, and so you took every shortcut you could manage, tightly rounded every corner.

When you returned, you found him once again engrossed in his papers, but with your arrival he brightened and his focus shifted to you. He stood, grace aiding his movements, but you recognized the rush that normally accompanied this kind of meeting. You closed the door, and practically dove around his desk to slot your lips with his.

You wanted to pull and tug at his hair, but you knew better. So you let your fingertips play in those strands that hung loose from his topknot and let the rest of your hands frame his face, holding his jawline. His hands, too, started at your face, but as the insistence of the kiss built he let them wander down, to where he tucked them into the curve of your lower back, pulling you closer to him. With a quick smirk you pressed into his mouth, you used the opportunity to roll your hips into his.

He didn’t quite... moan. But he broke his mouth from yours and looked down, pressing his forehead against yours briefly while seeming to catch his breath.

You smirked.

“Yeah, you need this,” you said, voice low but all the same confident as you shoved his shoulders back, moving him out of your space. You took stock of his robes, recognizing the royal outfit and how to properly dismantle it. Though you were nearly an expert in fire nation royal clothing by now, it didn’t stop you from only taking it all halfway off.

Why do the whole job when half is enough?

His hipbones were close to the surface of his skin, though his muscular physique would prevent from calling them ‘defined’. Nonetheless, you took hold of them and spun him, pressing him back against his desk. This gave him something to lean against- which he needed, as you sunk to your knees.

It was a slow, purposeful movement, your descent to the floor, your eyes not breaking his for an instant the whole way down. One hand held onto the desk to keep your movement smooth but the other left it’s trail from his hipbone, down over his thigh, even as it intersected with drooping fabric.

His eyes were almost wide as he watched you, but his heartbeat was steady- he trusted you. He knew you well, and you him.

“Okay?” You breathed, a straightening of your back bringing you closer to where he wanted you, where you wanted to be.

“Yes,” he breathed, and finally you broke your attention from his eyes and focused it wholly on his dick. He was half hard already, something you would work with. You had a tendency to tease, to string him out, make him wait. There was almost a philosophy behind it- the more worked up he got, the more stress the subsequent relief would wash away. And so you never went right into the main event, instead choosing to spend plenty of time in the preliminaries.

First, you decided to break the perfect, pale skin. You dug your fingernails into his hipbones and pressed a soft kiss to the inside of his v-line, the flesh there soft and hydrated, but just underneath was firm as iron. His fingers curled around the edge of the desk, keeping his hands out of your way and anchored, as though keeping him grounded in the moment here and now. You sucked, insistent, for a few seconds, leaving the beginnings of a mark before moving on. Really what you wanted to pay attention to was a little higher, at the base of his abs, and you caught just a bit of skin between your front teeth and tugged forward, letting it release on its own with a quick exhale from Zuko, and you could hear in the raspiness from deep in his chest that he was getting quite worked up. Satisfied with the small teeth marks you’d left, you moved on.

A snaking hand of yours slid up his thigh and back to his hip bone, the skin so smooth and soft, and you watched as his member jumped in reaction to a hand coming so close. You smirked, and a brief glance up to his face confirmed what you already suspected- his eyes were closed, emotions such as pleasure, temptation, frustration, and resistance flitting through the expressions he made. It made heat pool between your hips- but this wasn’t about you.

You decided to give him some relief, and one hand wrapped around his member slowly, fingers curling one by one, the delicacy of such a movement ubsurd for the situation. He let out the air in his lungs in the form of a moan, breathy and subtle, but music to your ears all the same. You began sliding, back and forth, grip strong but not tight, leaving him in the perfect limbo between pleasure and frustration. His abs stretched further as he leaned back, hands leaving the edge of the desk to brace his shoulders with his palms flat on the surface of the wood.

You felt little twitches in his hips, like he wanted to pick up the pace, and with a devious smile you loosened your grip.

Immediately his gaze connected with yours.

“What?” He asked, and you smiled.

“Taking a small break, you don’t mind?” The teasing lightness of your voice made him all the more frustrated, because he knew you weren’t being serious, as he was rock hard against his own abs.

“A break? Y/N, please.” And though that was the word you wanted to hear, the statement-like delivery of it made you want more, and you stood up, your closer hip pressing against the desk and leaning over him, taking his member back into your hand with slow, languid strokes.

“My lord,” you said, voice low, seductive, smooth, “you’re at my mercy, tonight, aren’t you?” His gaze searched yours, golden eyes looking up at you with an expression as though he were trying to read your mind behind your eyes. Finally, he broke eye contact, and looked down at your mouth.

“Yes,” he whispered, and it brought a smile to your lips.

“Then you need only ask,” you said, picking up speed with your strokes to bring panting into his breathing and moans into his words.

“Please,” he moaned out, and you sunk back to your knees again, your hand stilling at his base while you looked up at him, and smiled.

“Yes, my lord,” you said, and slipped your mouth over his member. You didn’t take it all the way, not at first, merely brought it to your tongue and began wetting it with saliva, giving the head a bit of suction from where it sat just behind your lips. His moan, at that moment, was louder than any other from the night, and if it wouldn’t have ruined your technique, you would’ve smiled.

With every bob of your head you took in more of his member, readjusting the position of your tongue. At first it became a barrier in the back of your mouth, but you fought your impulse and slid it along his undervein, making his back arch even further. His thighs flexed and tightened under your fingers, telling you along with his nearly constant thread of moans how much he was enjoying your treatment. You twisted your neck upon the final pull up and the opposite way on the sink back down, increasing the friction that he experienced. You still didn’t quite reach his base- he was just a bit too big for that.

“Y/N,” he breathed out, and a smile tried to pull at your lips, even though you were otherwise occupied. His moans were almost constant, broken through by your name. Finally his hand left the desk and buried into your hair, gripping tightly but not painfully. He began tugging, but instead of pulling you closer, as you would’ve expected, he was pushing you away.

“Y/N, I’m gonna-“ You realized the point of his motions and fought them, the stinging of your scalp nearly pleasurable as you battled to stay close to him, sinking your lips over as much of him as you could access.

“Y/N-“ he began, attempting to warn you again, but you once again pressed close and recieved it as he came, in the back of your mouth. You took it, as usual, and swallowed before it could hit your tongue. Slowly you pulled off and waited until he cooled down before standing. He had let his head droop back, hanging limply off his shoulders, chest rising and falling with labored, intense breaths. He didn’t re-emerge into reality for a good many more seconds, and when he did, his shoulders were noticeably looser than they had been in the afternoon.

“Sleep well, your majesty,” you said, and it was more an order than a well wish. You pressed a kiss to his temple as he panted, and you left him alone to deal with cleaning up the mess.

-🦌 Roe

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hi if you write smut.... maybe mando being the reader’s first time?? if not, ignore this :))

Innuendo

A/N: I’m going to admit this was the first request I received (ever) for The Mandalorian and it’s been gathering dust for the past couple of weeks (because I’m a simp for Cobb Vanth apparently??) Anyway, so sorry it’s taken this long, anon. I haven’t written this kind of thing before, but always love the chance to try new subject matter. Thanks for sending it through! I’ll admit this piece felt kind of clunky as I was writing it, but since I’m (sorta) sticking to a posting schedule now, I just wanted to get it done. And apparently, I can’t write something without backstory, so it got a little long!

Rating: 18+ for adult situations

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader

Warnings: Awful jokes and innuendos, awkwardness, a clueless Din, probably swearing, consensual sex, loss of virginity

Word Count: 5930 (Once again, consider the first 3000 words terrible foreplay)

Summary: After putting up with months of your supposedly-unintentional innuendos, Din finally takes charge…only to find out things aren’t quite what he expected.

He’d picked you up like a Bantha tick and hadn’t been able to shake you since.

You’d managed to argue your way into a semi-permanent position onboard the Crest after what he would call a rescue, but what you still stubbornly referred to as an ‘assisted retreat’, and it didn’t look like you planned on leaving any time soon.

So, he was stuck with you. At least that’s how he liked to think of the situation.

Never mind that it was nice to have someone to come back to after a long mission that could actually talk back to him. Or that you kept the ship neat and tidy. Or that you were practically a live-in babysitter for the little one at this point. Not to mention the way you always managed to throw together decent meals for the three of you that didn’t always come out of a pack – and that you seemed to enjoy doing so.

And never mind that he liked listening to your soft, happy hums as you stirred together whatever ingredients you had managed to pull together, and that he’d stand in the doorway, silent as a shadow as he took this in, thinking to himself that if a Bantha was half as lucky to pick up a tick like you, it could do much worse for itself.

But what really got to him were the jokes.

You weren’t what he would consider shy, not since you seemed to have no problem at all talking back to him when he had grown so used to others shrinking back at the mere sight of him – still, he hadn’t been expecting the first comment that had just sort of slipped out of you after a few weeks of being in each other’s company. By that point you were comfortable enough to throw the odd sarcastic quip around at each other without having to worry about someone getting offended, so that’s what he had decided to take it as: a joke. At least, the first time.

Since the Crest was prone to the odd malfunction, given its age and what he guessed to be a few too many battles before it was decommissioned, it hadn’t surprised him to walk into a cockpit full of smoke one day. What had surprised him was the way you had stepped into the room, taken one look around as you waved the smoke from your face, and said, “Is it hot in here, or is it just you?”

He’d taken it as he thought he should. A bad joke. You were prone to them as he had come to find, and there’d been plenty of times that he’d heard you use the same kind of lines on people you needed something from. In his case, he guessed that something was shelter and a place to lay low for a while. And he had obliged.

The second time wasn’t as bad. It was worse. Terrible, even. He had no idea what you’d been going for, but as he’d approached the ship after a particularly grueling job and found you standing on the ramp, one foot balanced on a crate and look of mock-seduction, you’d cocked an eyebrow and greeted him with, “Hey, handsome. Looking for a ride?”

His response? A semi-confused, completely weary, “It’s my ship,” as he’d passed you by.

The third time he thought maybe he’d just taken it the wrong way.

You’d been discussing his work, how long it had been between jobs, and how you were both getting a little light on credits. You’d shaken your head, lounging sideways in the co-pilot seat in a way that always looked uncomfortable to him, but seemed just fine to you, when you’d said, “I don’t get it. There’s got to be work out there somewhere.” Then you’d paused for a moment before adding, “If I looked hard enough, I’m sure I could find a few openings for you to fill.” He had frowned and glanced over, certain he’d caught the passing ghost of a smirk on your lips before you resumed looking completely innocent, as if you were simply pondering the tricky predicament you found yourselves in.

Then there was the touching.

At first, he’d found excuses to move out of your reach, an attempt to make his knee-jerk reaction to shrug you off look less obvious. Then one day he’d exercised some restraint as you’d popped a warm, friendly hand on his thigh before getting up from the co-pilot’s seat, announcing you were ready for bed, and he’d realized…he kind of liked it. What, to you, (he was sure) was just fleeting, friendly touches – something ordinary and human he had been deprived of growing up – started to become something he would linger on for hours, sometimes days afterwards. There was something frustrating in the way you could make something that felt so intimate to him look so casual to you.

Another time, more recently, was probably the worst of the lot – but only because of the effect it’d had on him.

During the last stop-off, you’d both been standing in the holding bay surveying the handful of acquisitions he had stored in carbonite. Work had finally picked up, and you’d proven surprisingly helpful in acquiring them, but in that particular instance, there had been a slight problem – two of them were destined for the same planet, but the cities were in complete opposite directions. The timeframes to meet the employers would never have allowed him to make both trips. So, you’d stepped up, placing a hand on his arm as you’d surveyed the captives and said, “Look, I’ve never been much of a delivery person, but I’m more than happy to handle your package for you, just this once.” He’d stared at you, glancing down briefly at the hand on his armor, then up at your smile. “What do you say?” you’d asked, eyes never leaving his visor.

It had taken a troubling amount of self-control not to close up the ramp and show you just how okay with that proposition he was. Because it had been a long time since he’d last gotten the chance. He’d blame the dry spell on the kid, on new responsibilities that hadn’t been there before, but it had been like this for well-over a year, way before the Child had even come into his life. Gone were the days of his youth where he could pick someone out of a bustling cantina crowd and lead them off silently to some grimy bathroom or backroom for a quick fuck – them, for the thrill of being with one of his kind, and him, out of sheer physical need. He’d made peace with the fact that those days were behind him (and considering the state of some of those bathrooms – and some of the partners – it was probably for the best). But that didn’t mean that the need went away. And then there was you.

You, with your perfect skin and the glow of youth still about you. Your long, shiny hair that always made his fingers twitch with need to reach out and run them through it. Your (cute) annoying laugh, and the way you would crinkle up your nose as you found something he’d said particularly funny for some reason he could never figure out (him, fumbling with switches from the pilot’s seat as he attempted to focus, ignoring the smile prickling at his own mouth as the sweet sound of your giggling flipped the doofus switch in his brain). You with the form-fitting pants you sometimes wore when a mission called for something you could move easily in, ones that made his own pants feel a little more form fitting when he stared for long enough to let his mind wander.

You and your damn jokes.

In the end, much to his surprise, it wasn’t a joke that had finally sent him over the edge. It was a simple word, and this time you actually had context to back you up, to assure him that it wasn’t you just fucking with him. Given the situation, it absolutely shouldn’t have had the effect on him that it did. But it had triggered something in him that even he didn’t know he was into.

The kid had been seated in his usual spot, in the seat behind Din’s, when you’d walked in and spotted his big eyes beginning to droop. You had developed a routine with him now – dinner, a bit of bonding time with Din in the cockpit, then bed – and so far, it had seemed to work well for the little guy. You were new to the whole childcare thing, but it made it easier for you to know where punishment and reward was warranted – especially since you were terrible at telling him off. One look at his little face and all wrongdoings were forgotten, something Din never seemed particularly impressed with (even if he was just as guilty of it as you were).

You approached the seat, reaching down to scoop up the sleepy bundle, and pulled him close.

“Come on, little one. Let’s leave daddy to his thing. Time for bed.”

As you turned and headed for the steps leading down to his cot, you failed to notice the way Din had stiffened in his seat. He turned his head to watch you go, eyes dropping down to linger on your ass as the word replayed in his mind. Then he turned back to the flight console, hand lingering over it in a split-moment of indecision, before he flicked on auto-pilot and got to his feet.

Enough was enough.

You had absolutely been fucking with him.

The first time it had just sort of slipped out, you’ll admit. After years of dealing with the Guild, which what was honestly a bit of a boys’ club, you’d developed the shitty flirting as a reflex to seem more at ease with whoever you were working with (and, okay, sometimes it got you better jobs, too. So what?) But after catching Din’s initial reaction (back when you knew him solely as the strong, silent Mando) you knew it was a thread you had to tug at. And tug at it, you had, just to see the man unravel.

You knew the risks, knew the Mandalorian’s reputation, but part of you had wondered how far you could take it…how far you wanted it to go.

You were about to find out.

As you pressed the button to close up the baby’s metal capsule, smiling as you caught one last glimpse of his sleeping form, you turned to find yourself face-to-helmet with the man himself. Even without seeing his face, there was still an intensity to the way he was looking at you, how he leaned in until you have no choice but to back yourself up against the cold steel of the wall.

“This needs to stop,” he says, tone full of warning. Though you could have sworn there was a touch of something else to his voice. You want to say it sounds like desperation, but that feels a little self-indulgent, even for you.

“I’m sorry. Did you want to put the kid to bed? I just thought—”

“You know exactly what I mean.”

His hand comes up to rest beside you on the wall, as he leans in closer, effectively boxing you in.

Oh, boy.

You wonder if this is the same technique he uses on people he’s trying to get information from and if it should be having this effect on you. You’re almost certain it’s fear that you should be feeling, not, uh, this. You clear your throat and look up at him, wracking your brain for what you’ve done or said in the last ten minutes to warrant this kind of reaction from him, especially given the more obvious attempts to rile him up over the past couple of months. You’d picked up the kid, same as you did every other night. Maybe it was the way you’d bent over to do it. You glance down briefly at your clothes, but it’s not a particularly revealing outfit. You’d worn much less in front of him before with far less reaction. Maybe it was something you’d said?

Come on, little one. Let’s leave daddy to-

Oh.

The word leaves your mouth as a soft question intended mainly for yourself, a thought given voice. Din stiffens immediately, across from you. You look up at him, realizing at the same time he does that you’ve caught on.

“Wait, really? Is that what this abou—?”

His other hand comes up towards your throat, and for a moment you think he’s going to choke you (and you’re a little concerned that the feeling you get from that thought still isn’t fear) but his touch is gentle. His hand comes to rest on the side of your neck, thumb against your cheek as he looks at you for a moment before his voice comes through once more.

“Say it again.”

You keep your gaze trained on his visor, where you’re sure his eyes are currently burning into you, and feel heat flooding in opposite directions in your body; up to your face, and down between your legs. And you feel ridiculous. You had never been into that kind of thing before, and you feel silly saying it; but if there’s one thing you are into, it’s the big guy in front of you – the one telling you to say this one little word, just for him – and having him this close talking to you like this, well it might just be worth the humiliation. Hell, maybe that’s something you’re into, as well.

“Daddy?”

The hand on the wall next to you pulls back as he growls, and slams forward fast enough to make you jump, smacking against the light switch, bathing you both in sudden darkness. You feel him lean in closer, certain that if you were to move your head even slightly forward it would come into contact with the cold beskar of his helmet.

“Do you want this?” his voice, gravelly with lust, sounds through the modulator, as the hand on your neck begins to slide downwards.

Shit.

Even if you had wanted to say no before – you hadn’t – you’re sure the low rumble in his tone would have changed your mind. You’d never heard him keyed up like this before. He always had a way of keeping it together, of staying in control, but you’d been messing with him for so long, teasing, casually throwing your innuendos around, knowing exactly what you were doing to him. You don’t know why you feel so surprised that it’s finally come down to this. It was kind of like a daydream, a fantasy finally coming true, and you feel completely unprepared.

“I do, Din, seriously, but, uh, there’s just—”

“What is it?”

You wonder how you’re going to break it to him. Honestly, you feel like a fucking fraud after everything you’ve put him through. You feel like you’ve been leading him on. You sigh and duck your head as you make your confession.

“I’ve never done this before.”

You don’t know how to explain it, but you feel him suddenly deflate, as if the tension in the room has been replaced with something akin to disappointment.

“You’re joking?” And for once, you’re not.

He doesn’t mean for the words to come out the way they do, and even though he can’t say he’s any less turned on by this revelation he knows there are implications there that can’t be ignored if he wants to keep going. Only, right now, he’s not feeling very patient.

You wince at the level of exasperation in his tone. “No.”

There’s silence for a moment and you have to reach out to feel that he’s still there, your hand landing on his chest plate. His hand comes up to rest on top of yours, and you think that maybe its to pull it away, that the lights will come back on at any moment and this opportunity will disappear forever, but he holds it there, thinking things over.

“How much experience do you have? Any?”

There’s a change to his tone, now. He sounds curious.

“Yeah, I mean I’ve…”

Why does this feel so fucking awkward suddenly? You’ve spent the last six months in this man’s daily company, and while that might not seem like a lot of time in terms of getting to know a person, a majority of that was spent in the confined space of the Crest. You know each other’s routines now; all the little habits and pet peeves you can only pick up on when living in close quarters with someone else. You know he likes silence at meal times, but that he’s more open to conversation after time away on a job, and you’ve come to be able to tell just from his posture if that job had gone well. You know some of each other’s history – him mostly learning yours, since you’re by far the chattier person – yet, still, your face is hot with embarrassment as you recall the handful of experiences you’ve had. You’d never talked about this kind of stuff. You’d only ever joked about it.

“You know, like, mouth stuff.”

“Mouth stuff?” he repeats, and you swear there’s laughter in his voice when he says it.

Your face is beginning to feel unbearably hot, and you’re sure that if he decided to read your heat signature right now your skin would look like you’d just spent a week straight wandering the Tatooine desert.

“Shut up, you know what I mean.”

“Hm,” he replies thoughtfully, like he does and that maybe he’s picturing it, “What else?”

“Hand—”

“Hand stuff?” he cuts you off, undeniably making fun of you now.

You smack him in the chest plate, only managing to send a sting through your hand in the process, then push forward as if to move past him, like you think you could make your way anywhere in this darkness. “You know what? Maybe I don’t want this, after all.”

It’s a blatant lie, but you’re starting to think maybe humiliation’s not your thing after all.

He stops you and you don’t resist. You’d been wanting this pretty much from day one, back when he’d assisted with your retreat after a hunt had gone sideways – from the moment you’d watched him swagger into the cantina and stand calmly between you and the half-dozen armed men who were protecting their wanted leader. Back when you’d been just a young, fellow hunter in need of aid.

“Tell me what you want,” he asks you now.

You think about it for all of two seconds. “I want y—This. I want this.” You stumble over what is almost too much of a confession. It feels too soon to tell heavy truths like that, so you settle for what you already know he’s offering. “Just…go easy.”

There’s a silence that seems to drag out in the darkness, then a hiss as he removes his helmet. You feel his body move closer to yours, and you swear that’s his hair brushing your cheek as he leans in and says, “I can do that.”

He scoops you up without warning, reminding of how quick and strong he can be even when he’s weighed down by all that armor, and you find you can’t help yourself as you say:

“You really know how to sweep a girl off her feet.”

Without the helmet, his sigh meets your skin as a warm huff across your face.

“Do me a favor?”

“Sure,” you reply without hesitation, feeling him still beneath you.

“No more jokes. Please.”

You laugh at the exasperation in his voice and find yourself caught completely off guard when you hear a huff of breath escape him that might have passed for laughter, too, but before you can say anything you find yourself being whisked away towards what you assume is the small space of his sleeping quarters. He seems to know his way well enough to not bump into anything along the way, but even so you hug yourself in tight to avoid any knocks to the head. You look up as a door rasps open in front of you and you can only barely make out the outline of the bed. Din is quick to place you down on it before he drops his helmet to the floor and starts tugging off his armor, placing it somewhere nearby. You sit on the edge of the mattress staring awkwardly into the darkness, knowing you should probably start undressing, too, but suddenly feeling self-conscious despite the pitch darkness that surrounds you.

“Do you want me to undress you?” Din asks, and his tone is gentle enough for it to be a serious question.

You shake your head in response after thinking it over for a minute before remembering he can’t see you.

“You’ll have to use your words,” he says, “The lights need to stay off.” He pauses for a moment, then adds, “Is that okay?”

You know it’s not him asking if you’re expecting him to betray his creed in order for this to happen; it’s him asking if you’re okay with not being able to see anything for your first time.

Your first time.

Urgh. It sounds so juvenile when you think about it that way, but so far, it’s living up to the adolescent kind of awkwardness you had expected, back when you had actually been an adolescent. You were past that now, and if you’re being honest with yourself that’s part of what’s making you feel self-conscious about this whole thing. You feel like this should have happened a long time ago. You wonder if Din thinks it odd that you’ve left it for this long.

“That’s fine,” you tell him quickly. Though you wish you could see him, not only to know what you’ll be working with, but also because doing it this way adds a layer of anonymity you didn’t necessarily want to associate with your first time. You’d always pictured it being with someone you felt close to – as cliché as it sounded, someone who was special to you. And even though that was true in this case, not being able to see that certain someone was detracting from the whole experience.

You feel movement in front of you and a large, warm hand finds your knee, running it over the fabric that still covers your body.

“We don’t have to do this if you’ve changed your mind,” Din tells you. His voice is different without the helmet; softer, gentler. Or maybe it’s just the circumstances that has him talking to you this way. You’d heard him use this kind of tone on the Child, and you had always admired the level of patience he always managed to show the kid, but you’d never found yourself on the receiving end of it like this before. It’s comforting.

Comforting enough to confirm your decision.

His hand moves away as he feels you start to shimmy out of your clothes. Your top goes first, up and over your head, joining his pile on the floor, then you reach down for the button on the front of your pants. You pause, realizing how exposed you’ll be, even with the cool air meeting your already-exposed nipples. This is a different kind of exposed, you think; more intimate. You give yourself a moment.

“May I?” he asks, and you’re surprised enough by his politeness that you nod, forgetting again he can’t see you, and breath out, “Yeah.”

You move your hand and let him take over, feeling his deft fingers make quick work of your button and zipper before he starts to tug the fabric down your legs, taking your pants and underwear all in one go. His hands find your knees and you sigh at the skin-on-skin contact, never expecting the man to feel this warm. You hear him drop down to his knees and suddenly feel warm breath between your legs. You make to close your legs at the unexpected sensation, unsure about having him this close to that area, but his hands come up to pull them back apart.

“What are you doing?” you ask, only to distract you both, because your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest at how fast this is moving.

“Mouth stuff,” he replies simply.

It’s simple, dry humor, but you swear he never makes you laugh more than when he catches you off guard with stuff like that. You don’t think anyone else would believe you if you tried to tell them how funny he can be without even trying. The joke manages to diffuse some of your anxiety and you relax back onto the bed, trusting him with whatever he’s about to do. Still, you gasp when his mouth meets your core, and he hums happily against you. You’ve done this with someone once before, but the memory feels clumsy compared to what Din is doing now; his grip tight around your waist and tongue immediately finding the right places. You try not to think about where he’s had the practice, focusing instead on the sensation he’s creating with a simple flick of his tongue.

You start to make noises you don’t think have ever come from you before, unable to help yourself with the sudden assault on your sensitive nerve endings. He pauses from what he’s doing as if struck by a sudden thought, smiling at the way you whimper at the sudden loss of contact.

“Have you ever cum before?” he asks.

“I think so,” you reply, but if you were being completely honest, you’re not sure. And least, not with another person. You’re pretty sure you’ve gotten there on your own. You think. You feel like that’s something you should know for sure.

“You think so?” he repeats, sounding unconvinced.

“Yeah. I mean, I’ve had, you know, urges, I took care of them, then they were gone.”

He makes a thoughtful sound and ones of his thumbs finds your clit, rubbing a couple of circles before he dips it down to your center to scoop up some of the wetness there to bring back up again.

“You don’t sound very sure,” he says casually, like he’s not driving you crazy right now with a simple touch. Feeling slightly pathetic, you can only whine, your brain feeling scrambled as his assault on your clit empties it of all coherent thought. “Next time I ask you, I want you to be a little more certain,” he tells you, and without warning dives back in, his tongue taking over from his thumb at a much faster pace. Your back arches off the bed and he slips his free arm across your hips, holding you in place.

You soon feel pressure at your entrance as he presses a finger carefully against it and in your frenzied state you push forward onto it, forgetting in a moment of desperate need your body’s inexperience with something like that. You’re wet enough that it doesn’t hurt, but it’s still a foreign feeling having something inside of you, and you realize that’s only one finger. Before you can start to imagine how something larger is going to feel, he presses the finger upwards inside of you and hits a spot you’ve never felt before. You cry out, caught completely off guard as the tight feeling in your lower belly breaks and you cum hard against him, hips bucking uncontrollably against his face. He growls against you, but doesn’t stop moving until your hips do.

“Fuck,” you whine, still panting as he slides his finger out of you and gives you one last lick. Still sensitive, you yelp and jerk back from the sensation, making him chuckle.

“Now you can say you’ve cum,” he tells you, and hell if he doesn’t sound proud of himself for giving you that.

“Yeah,” you agree, still barely able to form a proper thought. Then one comes to you. You sit up. He’s getting to his feet in front of you and it’s put him at the perfect height for what you have in mind.

He’s not expecting it when your hand finds his length, giving away his surprise with a sharp intake of breath. You take a moment to guess at his size, thinking once again how it’s going to feel once he’s inside of you, but any thought of pain is completely overridden by the very idea of having him inside you at all. But one thing at a time – you want to explore a few things first.

“Do you mind if I return the favor?” you ask him. You’re feeling different after your orgasm – feeling a sudden, renewed confidence – and the way his breath hitches as you start to pump him up and down sends a thrill through your body. He doesn’t reply, answering instead with a simple touch as his hands find your head, brushing your hair back from your face. You’ve done this before, too, but unlike your partner’s attempt on you at the time, yours had proven more successful.

You bob your head forward to find him, lips meeting the head of his cock and parting to let it enter. As your tongue laps at its underside, Din drops his head back with a moan that only encourages you further. You take as much of him inside your mouth as you can, letting the salty taste of him hit as close to the back of your throat as you’re comfortable with, and his grip tightens on your head as he fights the urge to buck forward. You’d said to go easy, and he’s mindful of that, but picturing what you must look like right now, face pink and glowing from your orgasm, mouth stuffed with his cock, he wishes he could flick the light on for a second just to see it. You guide your head back and forth, taking in all the sounds he’s making for you, testing particular places just to see what else you can make him do. All the while he continues to stroke your hair, murmuring praise that sounds strained as tries to force the words out, things like, ‘Good girl’ and ‘Yeah, just like that’.

All the praise starts to go to your head though, it seems, as you forget your earlier feelings of humiliation and whisper back, “You like that, daddy?” Then you pick up your pace and have him moaning to the point where he has to stop you. He gently grabs your head, pulling his hips back and plucking himself from your mouth with a slick ‘pop’.

“We’re going to have to stop there, sweet girl, or your going to make me cum.”

You simply look up to where his voice is coming from and make a sad little hum, any self-conscious thoughts or anxiety long gone at the sound of his half-ruined tone, and you find yourself eagerly awaiting the next step, your body begging for further touch. He chuckles at your reaction and leans down to find your lips, capturing them in a searing kiss, both of you groaning as you taste each other. It’s the first kiss you’ve shared with him, and as he moves forward and forces you back onto the bed, you find your legs come up automatically to wrap around him. That’s when you feel him, hard and pressing into your thigh.

“How do you want to do this?” he asks, as he grabs his length and rubs his tip between your folds to coat himself with your wetness. You moan when he passes over your clit and give yourself a moment to bask in the sensation as he continues to rub over that area.

“Just go slow,” you tell him, then you feel his cock move down from your clit to your entrance, now that you’ve finally given him permission. He only applies the slightest pressure, letting you get used to each new sensation as he introduces it, but you’re so slick down there that he begins to slip in. You tense, waiting for the sharp sensation you’re sure is coming.

“Relax.” Din’s hips have stilled, and he reaches up in the darkness to run his thumb across your cheek, soothing you. “Deep breaths, okay? I’ll make it feel good for you.”

You nod, and this time he feels the movement against his hand and doesn’t ask you to voice it, instead taking it as his cue to continue on. There’s a momentary sharp, burning sensation deep inside as you feel everything stretch, but as he slowly begins to move his hips, you find it fades more and more with each thrust, your wetness coating him and amplifying your pleasure. You’ve never felt this full before, not in this way, but he’s big enough to be hitting all your best spots at the same time. You’ve never felt this close to cumming this quickly.

“Shit.”

Hearing that single word, he starts to pick up speed and you clutch at whatever part of him you can reach, giving yourself up to the sensation as you feel that electric, tightening sensation starting again in your lower belly.

“Do you think you’re close?” he pants, because he knows he is – dangerously so – but he wants to keep true to his word. He wants to make this experience just as good for you.

You fail to answer, unable to stop the harsh cries leaving your mouth instead, and you don’t have time to tell him before the feeling breaks inside of you again and you’re pulsing around him. You cry out, louder than before, and this is enough to send him over the edge, too. He slips out at the last moment, and you feel warm bursts of liquid squirt across your stomach.

“Sorry,” he pants, grunting as he braces himself on one hand and then shivers through a couple of aftershocks, “I didn’t— I couldn’t—”

“It’s fine,” you tell him, voice just as breathless. And it is fine. You couldn’t care less about it. Your entire body feels more relaxed than it has in months. You feel spent in the best possible way and right now you’d be fine to just fall into a pile on the sheets and sleep.

He collapses onto the mattress next to you, his body close to yours in the small space, warm and sweaty, and you’re surprised when he slips an arm underneath you to bring you closer. “So, was that okay? Do you feel okay? Sore?”

“Yeah. I mean, no, I’m okay.” The words come out as a few huffs of breath and, still high on endorphins, the noise makes you laugh.

Din gives you a squeeze at the familiar sound, smiling to himself in the darkness. Then he makes a thoughtful noise.

“What?” you ask.

“It’s nothing. It’s just…You’ve never been in here before.”

“So?” You gaze around in the darkness, thinking it is a little cramped compared to the space you’d made for yourself in the much larger cargo hold, and realize maybe that’s what he’s hinting at.

“I think you should cum here more often.”

“Did you just…?” You sit up to look at him the darkness, never in a million years expecting such a horrible, so very like-you joke to be uttered by the man and he yanks you back down and pulls you close, ignoring the sticky mess he’s made of you.

Then you hear a sound you’re not familiar with, and feel his warm breath against you as he laughs.

“Din Djarin, that joke was terrible.”

He presses a kiss to the side of your head and heaves a sigh that suggests fast approaching sleep. “I learned from the best.”

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Bts voice analysis anon here! I just wanted to thank you for taking the time to respond ❤ it made complete sense why yoongi is the deepest I kinda feel bad for him everytime he wants to sounds cheerful or speak in a way so people can hear him he strains his voice

lot to talk about, i’d like to expand on this. especially what his voice being the deepest means for bts’ songs. plus, where his undiscovered vocal talents are, and in what manner his voice will not strain.

that he’s very introverted contributes to what you say, but yoongi is certainly the odd one out voice-wise, such low baritones hardly sound upbeat. similar to how taehyung being the odd one out in the vocal line whose head voices are literal superpowers. i really respect him for singing with jin and jimin who can climb one octave higher than him, up to C#5! and with jk who has the best technique and breaks into the 6th octave if he goes on like that.

it’s very much like yoongi who probably has to mix their tracks back and forth to fit his parts with hobi (who is a tenor as a rapper! — very uncommon) and namjoon who raps in several modes. very low, very high, very impactfully. he’s the most full-bodied baritone in the group even if he’s only the third-deepest. the tone is just so rich. both hoseok and RM are extreme vocal chameleons on top of that. in speaking and in their music you can hear the difference to yoongi all the time. they don’t suddenly drop in pitch and they’re vocal acrobats.

hobi in particular, this guy can do anything. the sheer agility my god, he connects his registers. he can go up and down, impersonate and do a million effects, adlibs, you know the drill. it’s him who actually owns the “cheerful/loud and clear” brand you mention. which is good if not fantastic for yoongi’s production endeavours, the group mood, and how bts cannot be ignored — but tough for yoongi’s voice and comparison thinking, and when he tries to make a point in interviews. maybe it’s not bad that bts have to slow down sometimes to let yoongi speak, but his tone is drowned out (not intentionally of course) in other occasions and he wakes up hoarse often as we saw. which might sound hot, but it’s not good for him as you say.

to be clear. i wouldn’t chalk down his more monotonous and silent tone as a weakness, it’s just outside of bts’ other vocal variety. he makes up for it with speed and good lungs anyway. we just have to listen more closely to him in talks/episodes/conferences but i think he shouldn’t worry about it either or try to sound more enthusiastic, the fans love his soothing speech for its pure sake. he does change it regardless to be more poignant and blend in. it has pros and cons but it wears him out.

yoongi’s voice is under that strain not just in conversation but also in the studio if he wants to bring connection to the rap line parts instead of having 3 songs in 1. which usually ends up happening anyway. that’s also why the cyphers (!) switch genres mid-song so often: their voices are all strong in different registers! yoongi the lowest, joon midrange, and hoseok up high.

that’s why cypher pt2 is a HUGE stunt and production masterpiece: hoseok’s part is tuned differently, then other instrumentals start with namjoon. and you can literally hear, okay alright a deep voice is coming! from there it just gets deeper and deeper until yoongi is just rapping over a bass guitar (every baritone’s best friend lmao!). god, please give yoongi a big bassline for his every part. “ugh” is the exact opposite: yoongi has to start too high and namjoon also has problems with the key, only hoseok can fully take off after 1:50 with perfect vocal stability. guess which song is autotuned: it’s not cypher pt2! a 3 in 1 song fuels the rapline in a way where they are most comfortable. it’s crazy how far apart they are among each other vocally and it has to be considered.

it’s a dilemma but also why bts’ rap line can tackle any song with at least one member suiting it. they complement each other, every register (except the rare whistle register, aka what mariah/ariana do) is covered. i think that contributed to bts’ fame, it’s so important. however usually, the song caters to hoseok since tenors are preferred in kpop music, or it caters to RM as he’s the central songwriting entity even if mind you, he always thinks about all the members and works closely with yoongi.

but even with joon’s support, it doesn’t work if yoongi is caught in his wish to be a tenor. we’ve seen how much the guy talks about wanting his range to become wider and how he even tried singing quite high for his standards on d-2. he goes as far as collabing only with sopranos to help him achieve that pitch. yoongi is invested to pretty much change his entire vocal type 🙁because the environment simps for high notes so bad (which is fair, falsetto is related to releasing certain happy hormones and highlights parts in songs, but still).

... he actually can’t, unless he wants to damage his throat. that’s the last thing we want. a listener can get the serotonin from a very deep voice equally if they got good taste.

thing is. you cannot morph yourself into a different vocal type and shift your range to the opposite of your comfort zone unless you’re whitney houston. even one in a million tenors like baekhyun can’t make themselves a baritone. his lowest notes are less clear no matter how hard he practices, even if his chest voice is almost operatic and his technique excels. meanwhile, chanyeol (who’s a lyric baritone and exo’s deepest voice) effortlessly hits them without (!!) that kind of decade-long training. have baekhyun or jimin been called bad singers for not being able to cover the other end of the spectrum? nope. so: why would yoongi be a bad vocalist who needs autotune. with lessons, oh man, he could do a lot and many things he dreams of. he has a very unique timbre and enough musical knowledge to do so.

so, we see the magic of your natural supported range. it’s simply given to you. imagine that: if you know you’re not a tenor, you could sort of outsing jungkook — obviously not by technique, but projection— as long as the song is tailored to you and the notes are low enough. yep, jk’s lower register is not extremely forward. each note is perfectly sung because he’s jk, but his power vocals are settled much higher. joon/tae/yoongi would sound much fuller with huge oomph in those lines. that’s where yoongi would be much more clear-sounding to us. a lot of baritone rappers in kpop would be damn good singers.

that’s why it’s good how a lot of rappers produce solos on their own so they can try it out.

you just have to respect that your range usually (not always) goes in one direction. once yoongi rightfully decides to abandon his high note fantasy and goes lower just for fun, we are not safe anymore lmao! exception for range: female singers have an advantage there. trained mezzo-sopranos have great access to the head voice and lower registers since they’re in the perfect middle of the scale. but the guys, forget it, even the baritenors. yoongi’s fullest voice will always be coming from a chesty depth and we love him for it. guy just needs to realize.

that’s why his real challenge is rather somehow tweaking the rap parts so his voice finds good resonance like in “혼술” or even “ddaeng”. where his voice is strong, relaxed, and full and flowing. ddaeng — “boy with luv”, too— is ironically in a very high pitch and again caters to hobi’s tone the most, but: yoongi just scales down to his own octave and it still fits, so — great key choice and musicality! and adaptation. it’s not easy to do. you can tell he plays piano.

he either becomes less easy on the ear or has to autotune himself entirely if he works against his voice. or: goes on a track way outside his supported range (dynamite, WOW). it’s a shame. “daechwita” and “agust d” are such a case: both go into the head voice where your resonance should show the most aka the chorus. there are aggressive belts/snarls/shouts that make more sense for higher, trained voices. yoongi is most famous for raps that are literally designed to fuck up his vocal cords 😷that he’s so skilled as a rapper prevents him from that to a degree, but it’s still not healthy. he adapts a lot to bts’ overall delivery but he doesn’t have to, in fact: he could go in the other direction and it would work even better.

the reason for the title track issue: they are the most energetic. in k-pop, energetic means amping up the pitch. and that’s probably a logical choice and a natural human association. if you make a baritone kpop track with a lot of energy, it probably becomes pretty creepy, uneasy, film noir. but i think that’s exactly yoongi’s thing: to unsettle and critique and rage. i think it could work out. lil nas x is a baritone pulling it off. he achieves energetic title tracks, he honors his vocal type well imo. his live singing is cool af, i need this so hard in the rap landscape. so, it’s not impossible to do.

the trick is probably setting everything to minor key. surprise... yoongi’s challenging title tracks are all in major key. boy with luv: minor key, interesting. the former are extremely difficult for him to do so hats off. “shadow” is more suitable for his baritone as is “burn it”. it needs a very heavy, dark track. which is why it’s good that yoongi has that kind of public image. a baritone’s best genre is not super light and whimsical. that’s why all of our baritone faves are not main vocalists but main rappers. kai, taehyung, jaehyun: low voices in vocal lines are soldiers.

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now a note on yoongi’s best method of singing since it reflects his voice type and brings out the fullness of it. as in, how does it crack and strain less? guess why “사람” is yoongi’s favorite d-2 song to sing. it’s ALL his comfortable range and the singing — very beautifully done — is in mixed register (= head + chest)! which imo might be his secret weapon. it allows him to do what he longs to do successfuly without going extremely high. bingo.

because: even with baritones, the golden middle is still important. they’re not as deep as a bass, after all. that’s why their voices are so honey-laced in the mixed range and it sounds amazing. heaven, their timbre sounds so seductive. so, it’s wonderful when they find their middle and dare to sing.

i wish yoongi gets/makes more tracks aimed at just that. in “outro tear” he has to go both too low and too high so it takes a lot of production effort to patch it together. the rapline is doing god’s work to make all their voices sound cohesive without being trained singers. it’s always a trade-off and risk, an immense balance act. “paldogangsan” is hard on yoongi’s voice but works as a whole plus it caters to namjoon to carry the song’s message. the cyphers are chopped up and not chart-friendly but each member is in their comfort zone.

PS: i said bts’ rap line covers all registers except one. i think that jin is the one to complete bts’ entire spectrum coming from the vocal line. i’m no whistle note expert but dionysus went pretty high up there, i think he might be able to do it. it’s very impressive, even jungkook and jimin probably don’t have access to that register. so, another point for bts being a very ‘complete’ group.

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