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archivalofsins · 10 months ago

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Shidou's birthday is in five days.

Who else is wondering if something is finally going to happen? And by something I mean if the fucking middle to high school age child is going to successfully kill the adult with a doctorate?

Who is shown doing this to another child around that age on introduction-

It will never not be funny that this is one of his first canonical introductions and the first allusion to his crime. Which has absolutely fuck all to do with being a doctor. No, it's just him gut checking a fifteen year old.

Gut checking them sooo hard the kid goes off the fucking ground. Then he goes to another person around that age if you really wanna have this problem I'm happy to oblige you-

22/10/24 (Shidou’s Birthday)

Amane: ……Kirisaki Shidou. How long do you plan on continuing this foolish behaviour?

Shidou: I wonder what you might be referring to there. I’m just doing what I need to do. If anything, I’d be happy if you would lend me a hand.

Amane: I warned you. I can no longer turn a blind eye to this wickedness taking place right in front of us. You’re bringing ruin unto yourself. Do you understand?

Shidou: No, I don’t understand. It’s my job as an adult to teach you that throwing a temper tantrum isn’t going to make everything go your way. If it’s a test of endurance you want, I’m happy to oblige, Amane.

People, when their first song title is a term well used to describe sparring, competing and/or being involved in a conflict of some sort,

Collins Dictionary

throw down in British English US slang 1. (intransitive) a. to offer or accept a challenge to fight b. to fight noun throwdown 2. a challenge, esp to physical or artistic competition

Not to be mistaken for the compound word apparently-

Cambridge Dictionary

a competition, an argument with someone, or a fight involving physical violence Examples The movie was widely regarded as the favorite in the best-picture throwdown. (have a throwdown) Tony and Bobby had a major throwdown one drunken night with their wives screaming at them to stop. (throwdown with) She had a throwdown with a doorman at a popular nightclub who wouldn't let her in.

Got curious (sidetracked) and checked if this was the same with Tear Drop and no that's usually a compound word from what I saw. Either spelled Teardrop or Tear-drop not with a space. At that point it's just tear and drop. Meaning it could be considered a bit of a play on Shidou's previous title Throw Down.

Unlike the song titles of their peers and their second and first trial song titles respectively Throw Down and Tear Drop lend themselves to multiple interpretations more than any other song title.

Throw down means to discard something as well. In the case of Shidou this something is his ethics,

“Throw down” ethics is a delusion

As well as the inferior in favor of the superior,

“Throw down”, someone’s value- Cannot be the same as another. “Throw down” should choose between superiority or inferiority.

Discard the one who is inferior and save the superior one. I.E throw away what isn't important to me and support what is.

"Hey, you remember what it feels like? The feeling to take away in order to give." If it’s not needed, I’m not interested

Throw Down plays on the multiple meanings of its title,

“Throw down” connecting you with me,

The punch has landed right in the gut connecting them like an umbilical of pain.

"You're in my way...hurry up and die."

All joking aside- This cannot be the proper definition of throw down due to it involving connecting. The proper use of throw down is to disconnect from something either through discarding it or throwing it away.

Merriam-Webster Dictionary

1: to cause to fall : overthrow 2: precipitate 3: to cast off : discard 4: to make (a slam dunk) with exceptional force

For those curious Precipitate means,

The underline portion,

To move or act with violent or unwise speed./ Exhibiting violent or unwise speed. A product or outcome of some process or action.

Can be applied to the lyrics of Throw Down as well particularly the lines

“Throw down” it’s ok, that’s enough- Can’t stay away. Please don’t forgive me. That’s why I want this to end “Throw down”.

As well as this line,

“Throw down” the invitation that I can’t take back,

As it implies accepting or offering an invitations brashly and no longer being able to get out of it. As well as aligns with the definition of Throw Down related to fighting/using violence,

Definition 1A. To offer or accept a challenge to fight.

Then his second song title is a location people are literally sent to after fighting to assess the severity of their injuries.

People when they don't throw down so there's no injuries as such no one needs to be triaged-

Q.06 Do you forgive Kotoko?

Shidou: No. I can’t forgive someone for trying to achieve things with violence.

Meaning they are no longer indispensable since their services aren't needed. As such their skills can't be used to lampshade their terrible to nonexistent moral compass by being emphasized in order to make them appear more moral than they actually are. In a I'm moral because I'm the only one able to help way.

Like it will never not be funny that Shidou has a distaste for violence to his own admission. To the point of finding Kotoko's actions unforgivable. Yet his first song title is Throw Down.

Shidou doesn't even have the in character canon excuse of not knowing what this means because he specifically doesn't speak English like Yuno does,

Q.10 Can you speak any languages other than Japanese?

Yuno: “I can’t speak English!” [TN: Her response was written in English.]

Even still this showcases she can write in English but there's the ambiguity of her being taught to write this just in case. Ya know like people are taught how to say no habla espanol to just inform people that they are incapable of speaking that language.

Also just because she cannot speak english doesn't mean English isn't taught at her school at least on a written level. I can't speak spanish I know how to write some things in it though that's for sure.

Meanwhile Shidou,

Q.04 Can you speak any languages other than Japanese?

Shidou: English, and on a basic conversational level German.

He blatantly admits to being able to speak English proficiently in contrast stating he's only able to speak German on a basic conversational level. He has no plausible deniability here. In character he knows what this means and in character the prisoners know their song titles.

This is knowledge they all have and many of them reference those titles over trial two. Anyone who is proficient in English knows what throw down can allude to. It is not generally considered a friendly term for polite conversation.

Which leads into my next point, Shidou's communication style. Many may be under the impression that Shidou is a poor communicator. This isn't exactly the case from my perspective. To me when I see Shidou having a conversation with any of the characters or hear his voice drama it always feels as though he's just doing this,

"Yes and no, it doesn't matter. It’s all how you say it."

In all of his conversations. That is not a link to Throw Down by the way and that's all I'm going to say about that.

Shidou has been shown to be a pretty dry communicator that doesn't show emote often or easily. Yet, he hasn't been shown having difficulty communicating or making acquaintances within Milgram in contrast to Mikoto.

Who's whole thing is going I'm a super nice and amazing communicator I love talking and everything to do with making conversation. Though I end up talking over people a lot and being too much. Has zero friends in this prison due to what I can only describe as liking talking to much and the Leo from Rise of TMNT speaking habits that makes him a bit hard for slower communicators to deal with.

Something everyone else in Milgram is actually. This man was made to not get along with anyone here. This is why despite his closeness in age to prisoners like Futa, Kotoko, and Mahiru- Mikoto more so gravitated towards Kazui and Shidou individuals more likely to be able to keep up with his communication style because they're older.

There was a thing on this I was discussing earlier hold on- Okay a while back I was looking into Verbal Comprehension. This is because my older sister was looking over my diagnoses forms and going over the IQ test portion of it and I got curious about what she was discussing so I was looking into what the scores meant with DoctorBunny's help.

He told me what the acronyms stood for on it. So I was able to look into it further. The verbal comprehension descriptor really fit well with Mikoto.

So, let's talk about it,

The 5 Key Aspects of IQ Testing: Verbal Comprehension

"High verbal comprehension scorers are the children who just live for words. These children dive into books. They love literature because authors use words in such creative ways. They like to come up with new words. They communicate and express ideas very well, often sounding much older than their age. Though their ability to process concepts allows them to breeze through school and connect with adults, they have difficulty finding same-age friends. You can imagine feeling bad if you have very high verbal comprehension and are talking and talking, but your classmates don’t listen to you because they’re not interested in words like you are. You would feel like you don’t have any true peers.

Q.01 What’s your specialty skill?

Amane: I don’t think I have a particular skill. Would studying count? I’m good at Japanese language.

20/07/15

Amane: Eh, my studies? I enjoy it. To me, studying is something I do for fun. Do you not think the same, Mikoto-san?

Mikoto: Not at all! It’s just a means to an end…… I just did the bare minimum needed to get into a good company. I actually went to an arts uni that had a pretty low subject requirement to enrol, and from there I studied curation and…… uhh, you don’t really know what that is huh. Hmm. Since your way of speaking is so mature, I keep forgetting I need to explain myself properly……

Amane: It’s fine. If there are any words I don’t understand I can look them up later. An arts university, though…… Does that mean you’re good at drawing, then? It may be a bit rude to say, but that’s rather unexpected.

Mikoto: No, not really…? I mean, I could do the bare minimum needed to pass the entrance exam though. Even though it’s called an arts uni, there’s still subjects where you don’t need to draw at all. I’m the sort of person who tries to be efficient, so I worked backwards from the job I wanted to get into and chose to study subjects like direction and management~ ……ah, I’ve done it again……

No one has to look too far into the portal timeline to see Mikoto's communication style on full display,

20/05/25

Mikoto: ……I’ve really got caught up in some trouble, huh. What even is this place? It’s probably a TV reality show or something. ……but to think someone in this day and age would try to do a project that could land them in so much trouble. Uh……

Mahiru: Ah…… I’m Shina Mahiru! You can just call me Mahiru. And you are……?

Mikoto: Kayano Mikoto. I’m fine with just Mikoto too. Ahh, I’m glad there’s someone here who’s easy to talk to…… It’s nice to meet you, Mappy.

Mahiru: ………… ……Mappy???

20/05/31

Mu: Hey, Mikoto-kun, aren’t you scared of this place……? You can’t think of any reason you ended up here, right……?

Mikoto: Ahh, yeah. Of course, it’s not like I’m not scared at all. But just between you and me…… I still haven’t dropped the thought that this could all just be a TV show. I mean, I really haven’t ever murdered anyone. ……and if that is the case, we’re definitely being monitored. For like a prank setup or something. Wouldn’t it be super uncool and embarrassing to get angry or lash and have it shown on prime time?

Mu: Is that what you think……? A prank, huh…… I hope that’s all it is……

Mikoto: Ah! If that is the case, then you’ll probably be super popular since you’re so cute, Mucchan! There’s a lot of girls out there who make their big break coming off reality shows like that!

20/06/05

Haruka: Ah…… ah, u-um, Mikoto-san. The c-communication……? thing, that you were saying was important. I-I thought, I’d give it my best…… Um, so, Mikoto-san, what’s your favourite food……?

Mikoto: Ooh? Nice going, Haru-kun~ Yeah, we still have no idea how long this lifestyle will go on for, so it’s best if we all get along together here. My favourite food…… I like pasta and horse-meat sashimi. Also bubble tea, and recently I’ve been big on custard puddings. What about you?

Haruka: ……ah, I, I wonder…… H-hamburg steak, and omurice, a-and also…… what else? Ah. Cotton candy……

Mikoto: C-cotton candy!? That’s the first time I’ve met someone who has that in their top three favourites!? ……man, Haru-kun, you really are hilarious.

20/06/15

Mikoto: Hey, it’s kinda a bother having you be so angry and tense all the time. You should stop trying get everyone to pay attention to you. You’re a uni student, right? You can’t act like that once you start working properly.

Futa: Huh!? Shut up. Not like I care what you say. Even though we’re in this shitty situation, you’re just chatting away, it’s stupid. Aren’t you the one who’s acting out of place here? ……also the fact you give everyone nicknames is just gross.

Mikoto: *sigh* It’s more stupid to be taking this all so seriously. I mean, it’s definitely just a reality TV program. There’s no way a real prison exists that’s this lax. Also, I don’t give nicknames to everyone. I don’t give them to young kids like Amane, or to the hard-to-approach types like Shidou-san. I mean, I’m not giving you one, right?

Futa: ……oi, which group are you trying to say I am?

20/06/20

Mikoto: ……oh, so you are here after all. Shidou-san, are you free? Let’s chat~

Shidou: ! Ah, just give me a moment…… Um…… I don’t mind talking, but you didn’t need to come over while I was smoking. Are you sure it isn’t too smoky for you? You’re not a smoker, right, Kayano-kun?

Mikoto: Ah, you don’t need to put it out! That’d be such a waste! I smoke too occasionally. Though just vape. Like, the smoking room is a really good spot for communication, right? So I thought now might be a good opportunity to talk with you. Not like I have anything else to do. By the way, I’ve been wondering for a while, but do you always wear those gloves?

Shidou: I don’t…… How to put it…… I suppose…… since I have my hands covered all the time, then when I take them off, it feels as though the feeling in my fingertips is even greater…… I know it’s probably all in my head…… but that’s how it feels.

20/07/01

Mikoto: Hey, hey, Koto-chan. I’ve been thinking this ever since I first heard your name, but don’t you think the names “Mikoto” and “Kotoko” kinda sound like siblings?

Kotoko: No.

Mikoto: Don’t say that! Let’s get along well from here on as the Koto-Koto combo!

Kotoko: I’m not doing that.

Q.14 Are there any prisoners you don’t get on with?

Kotoko: Mikoto. He’s loud and bothersome.

At the beginning of Milgram Mikoto speaks quickly. In bursts that make it difficult for others to keep up and get a word in edgewise. He usually starts conversations with greetings, statements or questions and when he starts he doesn't stop. He's a very active communicator and is shown to carry most conversations he's in early on even when the other party isn't giving him much to work with.

Over the course of trial one he gets quieter more reserved and standoffish. More than likely due to his verdict.

Q.07 Are there any prisoners you get along with?

Shidou: Kayano-kun has become like that, and I can’t spend my time smoking at the moment, so the smoking trio has disbanded, which is a bit lonely.

20/06/20

Shidou-san, are you free? Let’s chat~/ The smoking room is a really good spot for communication, right?

22/10/06 (Mikoto’s Birthday)

Haruka: Mikoto-san. Um, are you ok……?

Mikoto: Ah, Haru-kun. It’s been a while since we last talked, huh. Yeah, I’m fine. Are you doing ok……?

Haruka: Ah, I’m fine. I’ve been enjoying myself, a lot. Um, I’m sorry, for avoiding you. I was a bit scared. Of you, honestly……

Mikoto: Ahhh, yeah. I’ve been lashing out whenever I go to sleep, right? ……it’s fine. Even I think you’re right to be scared. You know, I kinda just hate that I don’t even know what’s going on myself…… haha. Ah, but despite all that you still came and talked to me because it’s my birthday, right? Thank you, you’ve grown into a good man.

Kayano-kun has become like that. The smoking trio has disbanded, which is a bit lonely.

In contrast Shidou isn't a proactive communicator. He doesn't really go into conversations often. Usually being the one approached by others within the timeline or in the middle of engaging with someone already.

He's never really gone out of his way to approach someone to talk to them. He's reserved, quiet, and more likely to be viewed as the sort always in their own head.

His first timeline interaction shows this off pretty well,

20/05/26

Kazui: Ahh, this old man’s gonna go and smoke in the corner a bit. I checked with the guard, and apparently we can use our free time however we want. Man, I’m glad this place is so relaxed.

Shidou: ……! Are…… we allowed to smoke……?

Kazui: Huh…… Shidou-kun, was it? You smoke too? That’s kinda unexpected.

Shidou: Ah, yes. ……I only started fairly recently though. I’ll go with you…… to smoke.

Futa: Ahh, those old men really stink of tobacco. Are they idiots or something? They should know better at that age…… If they really can’t cope without relying on something like that then I worry about their sanity.

Yuno: ……it doesn’t really matter does it? They’re making sure they’re staying far away from the people who don’t smoke. Personally I quite like the smell anyway.

Futa: Huh!? What are you talking about? It means you’re more likely to get sick, it costs money, it’s a nuisance for everyone around you, what’s even the point. Our tax money is being wasted going towards paying for that, you know? If you were really smart, you’d know not to smoke at all!

Yuno: I see~

Shidou's quiet display of shock juxtaposing Futa's overt display of contempt. Meanwhile Yuno's questioning of Futa's statements parallels Kazui's questioning and mild judgmental response to Shidou smoking. Showcasing their different communications styles and how they handle unexpected conflict of information.

Yuno's tendency to go if it's not bothering her then it doesn't matter. The allusion to Kazui's vigilance. The fact that he's been watching everyone to make sure there's an opening. Possibly from what he saw of Shidou concluding he didn't smoke and already having Shidou's name noted despite this appearing to be the first time they're speaking.

Futa complaining about the ways in which individuals impact the whole group through their actions regardless of if it directly impacts him or not. As well as Shidou's slow uncertain way of speaking that in this timeline is a bit similar to how Haruka's dialogue is written.

Though the difference is Haruka's dialogue is written in a way to imply anxiety while Shidou's is written in a way that implies he's thinking over his next statemenet.

Something that becomes more clear in the next timeline he's in,

20/06/02

Yuno: Shidou-san, apparently if you send a request to the guard, they’ll provide us with any basic necessities we require. Apparently we can even get some more luxury items to an extent. Is there anything you want?

Shidou: Kashiki-kun…… I wonder why Es-kun is giving all of us that much freedom. It’s obvious that this isn’t just a normal prison, but even taking that into account this is so far removed from what you’d expect from confinement. Don’t you think it’s strange?

Yuno: Hmm. I mean, I think I kinda get why, though. I mean like, if people just get to spend time as they usually do, then I feel like their real personalities are more likely to come out. The guard wants to observe everything about us and then determine whether to forgive us or not, right? It’s not like they particularly want to lock us up or make us suffer. ……at least, not right now they don’t.

Shidou: ……I’m surprised. You’re a smart girl who’s very open-minded…… Those are wonderful traits to have. I see…… In which case, I wonder if I could ask for a box of cigarettes? I don’t want to be a burden, so I don’t mind if it’s the same brand as whatever Mukuhara-san is getting.

This timeline showcases that Shidou's main concern is not burdening anyone. To the extent that he's willing to get the same brand of cigarettes as Kazui if that makes things easier on the system that has imprisoned them or Es. Though he is curious about why that system is relaxed as it is.

His main concern is not being a bother to anyone which if we look back on his first timeline appearance was more than likely the reason for his hesitance there. He may not have wanted to bother or intrude on Kazui's smoking time. This alludes to the sort of communicator Shidou is a good deal.

Something that becomes even clearer when one picks up the pattern of his timeline interactions,

20/06/08

Mahiru: Shidou-san…… you’re really good-looking. Personally I think you’d be better if you ate a bit more, but you’re slim and tall, and well put together to boot…… You must’ve been super popular up until now, right?

Shidou: ……yeah, that’s true…… I did my share of fooling around in the past.

Mahiru: Oh~? That’s not the sort of answer I’d expect from you. I’ve got it! Somebody told you that if you replied like that people wouldn’t resent you so much, right?

Shidou: Haha, I’m surprised you guessed. ……it seems that no matter what guise I put on, it’s meaningless against a woman’s insight.

In all of Shidou's first timeline interaction he is not the one to speak first. Shidou's first timeline interaction is the closest we get to him approaching someone else and that only seems to be because Kazui is the only one with cigarettes at that time as well as due to his suprise at the fact they're allowed to smoke here.

Yet in the timelines beyond that Shidou rarely begins and interaction himself. Instead he is usually approached, in the middle of a task with someone already, or has a very clear purpose when he communicates with someone.

Shidou is the sort of person who needs to be invited to speak. This is why having the smoking group was helpful for him and why he feels a bit lonely now. It was good for someone like him who worries about being a bother as well as the appropriate time to speak to have a social gathering where he can partake in an interest of his while speaking with others.

The smoking room is a really good spot for communication, right? - The smoking trio has disbanded, which is a bit lonely.

There are only a few times where Shidou approaches others himself and those times are telling in my opinion,

20/06/17

Shidou: ……do you mind if we talk? It seems you’ve relaxed a bit more recently, Kusunoki-kun.

Mu: Eh…… yeah, definitely compared to the start…… just a bit. But I’m still scared…… we still don’t know what they might do to us. I want to go home soon…… I wonder what’s happening there…… Papa and Mama must be really worried……

Shidou: That’s good…… You were crying so much, so I was concerned for you. ……yeah, I’m sure. Your family will definitely be worrying about you. I…… hope you can go back soon.

Mu: Shidou-san…… did you come here to comfort me……? I’m sorry, I’d thought you were…… a scary person…… fufu.

Shidou starts this conversation with Mu by asking if she minds if they talk. Showing again that he feels he needs permission to speak or as put in throw down something that tells him,

"Tock-tock… tells me, the reason it’s ok to be here."

He approached Mu mainly because he recognized that she was upset and wanted to check in on her. His concern towards how she was doing outweighed his concern of being a bother so he approached her. It's followed up on later why Mu had the impression that Shidou was a scary person.

The other time he approaches someone is due to concern as well.

20/07/03

Shidou: Sakurai-kun……? Show me your hand.

Haruka: Heh!? No, I…… There’s, n-n-nothing wrong.

Shidou: Show me. ……the palm of your hand is bleeding. I’ll have to disinfect it. Does this always happen……?

Haruka: A-ah…… It’s, j-just a habit…… I-if I’m nervous, I grip my hands, too hard, so my nails……

Again continuing this thing of him only approaching others when he has an expressed purpose or reason to. He does the same with Futa literally talking to him just to see if Futa would take the food he dislikes from him.

20/07/11

Shidou: ……Kajiyama-kun, um…… do you happen to like natto?

Futa: Huh? I don’t particularly care for it one way or the other… Hah, what, are you not able to eat it? So even an adult like you who seems so composed all the time still has a pathetic side.

Shidou: ……I’m not really like that. ……that’s just what it is to be an adult. When I think back…… I don’t think much about me has changed since I was around your age. Getting older…… it doesn’t mean something drastic is going to change about you.

Futa: ……what a depressing outlook…… Well, guess it can’t be helped. Here, I’ll give you my boiled spinach in return. Be grateful.

Then again with Yuno to check how the song extraction works before going to his first interrogation,

20/12/11 (Shidou’s First Trial)

Shidou: ……Kashiki-kun, what sort of thing does it actually mean by “extracting mental images”?

Yuno: Ah, right, you’re going in for it now aren’t you. Have a nice trip. What sort of thing…… what sort of thing…… Hmm, I don’t actually remember anything after the first part. Talking with the guard was fun, though.

Shidou: I see……? That…… does sound like fun. Well, I’ll be off now.

Yuno: Ok, see you! ……hmm. So even he can smile like that sometimes.

Over the course of Milgram he does talk to people more. His relationship with Kotoko has been pretty interesting. Since Kotoko seems to get on fine with him but Shidou seems iffy about her.

20/06/25

Kotoko: ……Shidou, right? I’ve been watching your actions for a while, and I’m curious. You’re always extremely calm, and your expression never changes. Do you know something about this place?

Shidou: No, I know nothing. ……I’ve never really had an expressive face. Despite appearances, I am quite shaken by this. But…… if I do look calm, as you say…… then I suppose it’s because I don’t particularly dislike it. This place……

Kotoko: Hmm, is that so. ……what a coincidence. I don’t particularly dislike it here either.

Shidou: I think…… that our reasons are probably different. ……from where I’m looking, you’re not particularly normal either, Yuzuriha-kun.

Even going as far to assume she couldn't have come to wish him happy birthday and must be there for something else,

21/10/24 (Shidou’s Birthday)

Shidou: ……oh, Yuzuriha-kun. It’s unusual so see you around this early. Wishing me a happy birthday…… probably isn’t the what you’re here for, huh.

Kotoko: No, it is. Happy birthday, Shidou. Though it’s not like I bought you a present or anything. But while I’m here, I’d also like to ask you something. Has anything changed for you recently? Having nightmares, hearing voices, feeling anxious…… anything like that.

Shidou: Not especially, no. ……ah, so this is about how Kajiyama-kun and Shiina-kun have been strange recently? And she’s been trying to hide it, but Amane too…… We’ve been living in these conditions for a while…… it’s not unusual for there to be an impact on us mentally. Are you worried about them? You’re a very caring person.

Kotoko: Hmm, so you noticed? If nothing’s wrong with you, then that’s good. ……if I’ve understood properly, that means you’re safe…… Once again, happy birthday, Kirisaki Shidou.

Then despite her going no that's totally why I'm here him still being pretty certain that's not why she's here. Going as far to say,

"ah, so this is about how Kajiyama-kun and Shiina-kun have been strange recently? And she’s been trying to hide it, but Amane too……"

That's what this is really about. I understand how considerate of you. Because he is under zero impression she'd come all the way to where he is so early in the day for just that. Not even touching on the fact he looked at her and went yeah I think we both don't dislike being here for completely separate reasons and you're not particularly normal either.

Not even touching on Kotoko finding him appearing calm being another case of girl what about you. Like Kotoko really you don't have one leg to stand on here you both look stoic and are taking this calmly. Like miss what about you, what about you?! What do you know.

Mostly we're pointing this all out to showcase that Shidou doesn't approach people to talk often. He usually uses whatever he's in the middle of as a good excuse to hold a conversation, has an expressed purpose for approaching someone, or is spoken to first.

This is illustrated well through this interaction,

23/08/05 (Kazui’s Birthday)

Kazui: Hey, it’s been a while since we last talked. You’ve been working hard lately. Are you doing ok? Should I give you a shoulder massage?

Shidou: ……no, there’s no need to worry. You’re surely on edge at the moment too, after all, Mukuhara-san. Since I’ve been devoting my time to Shiina-kun, I haven’t had time to help with the rest of the prison. Sorry for leaving everything to you.

Kazui: No, it’s fine. I haven’t done anything really. ……you take on too much responsibility on your own. Make sure you rest a bit too. Oh, that’s right, today’s my birthday. So how about you join me for a smoke? As a present.

Shidou: ……I guess it’s precisely because we’re in this situation that things like that are necessary too. Happy birthday. I’ll join you. Can you lend me a cigarette?

Kazui uses all the mannerisms of Shidou's that we've discussed here to invite him to take a moment away from his duties to partake in that hobby he's admitted to missing out on since things changed. Kazui and possibly other prisoners recognize Shidou's communication style and this interaction displays how Kazui in particular works around it.

Kazui recognizes that Shidou needs a break and more than likely hasn't had much time to smoke due to taking care of Mahiru. So him making this offer can be considered killing two birds with one stone. He presents Shidou a convenient excuse to do something he's been missing out on and Shidou is happy to oblige. It would be more impolite to refuse after all.

This conversation works to mirror their first one. Ending with Shidou asking if Kazui can lend him a cigarette. Something he'd have to do when he first joined him to smoke as well. Since he hadn't gotten any yet himself.

Shidou isn't a poor communicator he's a reluctant one. His reluctance creates this impression that what he's doing is something he's uncertain about or doesn't wish to do. When in fact yeah he wanted to go smoke with Kazui. He'd been lamenting about the smoking group breaking up and not being able to do what they'd been doing anymore.

Yet, again-

"There’s no meaning in it, yes and no, it doesn't matter. It’s all how you say it."

If Shidou was really concerned with helping Mahiru he could have turned Kazui down. Just as Kazui had done with him before,

22/06/27 (Amane’s Birthday)

Kazui: What’s up, Shidou-kun? You’re looking pretty down. I guess you must be tired, I’ve been relying on you a lot lately.

Shidou: Yeah, I just remembered…… today is Amane’s birthday. I’m just getting a bit sentimental.

Kazui: Hmm, it’s unfortunate, but at the moment we can’t worry about that. ……you understand, right? There’s something that you need to do right now. And if you tried talking to her your words definitely won’t reach her. Don’t look at me like that. We’ll just wait until the situation changes. Let’s do our best.

Shidou: Yeah. I’ll do what I can. I can’t have a child making a face like that. Even though we’re “murderers”…… we’re also the adults here.

Like Kazui would have understood Shidou needing to prioritize. He told the man to do that previously. It's not as though Mahiru is any less injured here given his statement on her. Yet, Shidou treats this moment as just as important as taking care of her stating,

"It’s precisely because we’re in this situation that things like that are necessary too."

Right after the jumpings

Mahiru: Ugh it hurts so bad....

Shidou: Maybe Amane will have some cake this year...

Mahiru: ???

Shidou: Chocolate no maybe red velvet... Ah, try not to move to much.

Mahiru: ... Shidou-san Amane doesn't like sweets.

Shidou: Shhh shh Shiina-kun that's the delirium talking all kids love sweets. Especially on their birthdays what's a birthday without cake?

Later

Shidou: I've been so busy taking care of Mahiru...

Mahiru: Oh god why does it still hurt so much?!

Shidou: She needs a lot of care and attention.

Yuno: It's alright I'm here take this-

Mahiru: than-thank you-

Shidou: But birthdays are still important if not more so. Times like these are precious-

Mahiru: Guh- oh fuck will I even make it to my next birthday?!

Shidou: Exactly Shiina-kun you understand. Let's go have that smoke Mukuhara-san.

Kazui: ...

Kazui when Shidou commits malpractice through negligence,

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Shidou: Can you lend me a cigarette.

Kazui: Sure.

There is absolutely nothing funnier that Shidou could do on his birthday that will top everything he's done while here. This man has been ridiculous and continues to get away with it. Good on him honestly. It wasn't a hard bar to clear but some people still failed to get innocent trial one and trial two.

So, here's to going on another year of him getting away with it. Part of the top three innocent prisoners one of the only ones to be innocent twice. Shidou, Yuno, and Kazui double innocent, two times in a row. The only three and regardless of what happens next trial that's not gonna change.

#milgram #shidou kirisaki

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animeyanderelover · 4 years ago

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Hello there! Hope you're doing well on your holiday! This is my first time requesting oof. Could I request how Sebastian, Ash, Prince Soma and Hannah react to their darling outright asking them why they are genuinely interested in them. Darling is confused and believes they're not that interesting to even bring the attention of people like them. They're pretty closed off from others and was at first weary of the intentions they had and just finally just asked to get a firm answer. Thank you! Love your writing!

I enjoyed my holidays whilst they lasted, sadly they’re over now and I have to wait about 3 months until summer break😣.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, paranoia, delusions, kidnapping, manipulation, sabotage, isolation, emotional guilt-tripping, self-harm

Why do you like me?

Sebastian Michaelis

🐈‍⬛He pretty much openly courts you by now, after his time observing you for a bit, finding out what his darling likes and what’s not, how he can get closer to his darling without any problems. Sebastian has every intention to pamper you if you don’t throw a tantrum in which case he has to be more strict on you. And the fact that you are closed off from others is such a delightful thing to witness. It makes the whole situation a lot more easier, he doesn’t have to worry too much about you being interested in someone else or dedicating your time to someone else. I personally believe every demon in Black Butler is isolating due to their posssessiveness.

🐈‍⬛He was prepared for this question of yours, he sensed your suspicions since quite some time and why wouldn’t you? Sebastian is a mysterious man for everyone. On the one hand he is charming and handsome and can do anything, on the other hand there is this mischievous and evil vibe around him that tells you to stay away. It is also a bit unnerving how he seems to know everything about you, from your favorite flowers down to your favorite color.

🐈‍⬛Sebastian is known for keeping his calm and his charm and since he expected you to ask him this sooner or later, he already had much time to prepare an answer, even though he would have been great in answering you that question even if he wouldn’t have known about this. He would give you a charming smile and be very smug about this question of yours, somewhat teasing you by asking if it shouldn’t be obvious by now. He’s trying to court you, kitten. He would find enjoyment if you would look baffled whilst also being fluttered by this answer of his, which might just earn you more playful teasing mixed with fluttering comments why he likes you.

Hannah Annafellows

🟣Similar to Sebastian, she would start expressing her interest openly to you after a while, even though she would even before that try to be a close friends with you. From all the demons in this Anime, I would say Hannah is one of the worse types to have, it’s either her or the triplets Timber, Thompson and Canterbury. She uses isolation and letting people disappear from your life as a way to draw you closer to her and trust her more. So whilst she will be definitely pleasant upon discovering that her darling is a loner, she will also have to think of another ways to make them trust her more since making important people for them disappear isn’t too possible except family which Hannah doesn’t want to kill as long as they don’t do something to annoy her. She has after all only a true place for her darling in her heart.

🟣She just senses how much you are weary of her, especially in the beginning. You have surely your reasons, after all she is from the Trancy manor and there are certain rumors about this place. Next to that she is a demon and whilst being talented in anything can amaze people, it can also scare them. And here as well the fact that she knows so much, too much about you is unnerving as well. Trying to distance yourself wouldn’t really work though, it’s as good as impossible to escape a demon and given your mistrust, Hannah will also start intensifying her strategies to make you cling onto her more.

🟣Different from Sebastian she relies a lot on guilt-tripping to persuade her darling into many things. So there is a chance she will pretend to be a bit hurt by this question, asking how you couldn’t notice. She uses this question as a chance for being so distrusting of her. She will act all saddened and upset, maybe even she’s the one or another tear. This will make you feel most likely bad for her. Secondary to that she will also tell you in a mellow and sincere voice what she likes about you, using it as a way that will hopefully make you fall for her.

Prince Soma

🍛Try to explain to him that you don’t feel the way he does and you’ll quickly discover that his lovesick brain will twist everything you say into what he wants to hear. Soma is together with Finny heavily delusional to the point where about nothing can convince him that you don’t feel the same. For that it is not even courting what he does, it is already acting like you and him are already a couple and will marry later on (which will happen in his mind anyways). Whilst Soma is someone who gets easily jealous, he also doesn’t want you to be alone. He means, you aren’t. You have him. But at the very least Ciel and Agni will become people you will often interact with.

🍛Privacy is gone the moment he fell for you and his interest is painfully visible for everyone. He starts spoiling you, giving you a lot of affection and is everywhere you are all over you. It’s highly uncomfortable given the fact that you don’t even like him and it’s only thanks to Agni that he doesn’t completely monopolies your time and makes you move in with him. But Agni is also loyal to his prince and for that will at least try to talk you into giving Soma a chance. That boy is too oblivious to realize that you are hesitant around him, he’ll just brush it off as shyness.

🍛He is confused, to say the very least. He thought you were just as much in love with him as he is with you. Why would you even ask him this? And try to guess what he will interpret it as, with that sense mind of his. Your prince will start thinking that he didn’t show you enough affection, that he didn’t make his love clear enough yet. It causes him to give you a more childish reaction, suddenly suffocating you in a really tight hug and whining. He’s upset with himself, thinking it’s his fault for making you think that way. Oh well, then he’ll have to show you even more.

Ash Landers

▫️I’m so sorry to say this, but Ash needs not a lot of time to kidnap you, the longest would be a week in which he would act at first more as a secret guardian for you. I mentioned it a lot of times before, but Ash is a lot more hesitant with giving you affection, even though he would honestly die to be able to. You’re perfection in his eyes and he does not think that he deserves you or to be honored enough to touch you. You’re gonna be isolated anyways the moment he takes you, but he would definitely kidnap you even faster when noticing how you seem to avoid people. You’re literally begging him to take you away from the filth. And who is he to neglect you that wish? He will take you and afterwards treat you like a royalty.

▫️Keep with this man always one thing in mind, he wavers very easily, too easily when it comes to you. It’s understandable that you would throw tantrums, but for the love of god, please calm down. He would never show you, but behind the scenes, Ash punishes himself heavily whenever you seem upset with him. He has an obsessive fixation on keeping you happy and safe and by acting that way, showing him how unhappy you are plus the incredibly distant acting due to not trusting him (who wouldn’t when being kidnapped?), you’ll throw him into a whirlwind of dreadful fear and shame and a good piece of paranoia.

▫️He will react emotionally and affected. Ash’s goal is it to show you how special and pure you are, to make it clear to you that you deserve more than the best. He feels like he did pretty much everything wrong if you ask him still what he sees in you, though I’m sure he held already very long speeches about why he had to take you. But it’s still understandable why you would ask. You probably thought that there were far more pure people than you in this town. It’s not the worst reaction you got to see from him though, there were far more unnerving ones. He will very likely burst out in tears since someone like you shouldn’t ask this. Will beg for forgiveness to not be more clear about it and afterwards he will start rambling in a maniac way about why you’re perfect.

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere sebastian #yandere sebastian michaelis #yandere hannah #yandere hannah annafellows #yandere prince soma #yandere soma #yandere ash #yandere ash landers

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mikalara-dracula · 4 years ago

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The s brothers with a y/n that may or may not have developed a god complex from being a mother

(For further explanation , if they yell or harm their child in anyway, their y/n will happily threaten their life’s or even knock them out)

Thank you for you’re time.

If their s/o has an outburst against them regarding their children.

ft. The Sakamaki Brothers

Hi there, Anon!

Thank you so much for requesting! I figured I’d talk about this in realistic terms of the characters. I’ve termed the words, ‘threaten’/‘knock them out’, as ‘outburst’ since their s/o is obviously angry with them in this sense. I honestly hope I interpreted your question correctly. If not, please feel free to message me so we can talk about it and make it right. :) Feel free to request again anytime. :))

Warning!! Do not read under the cut if you’re uncomfortable with toxic/abusive relationships.

Shu:

Considering his personality, he’s not really the type to either yell or harm his child/children.

Whether he loves you or not, his child/children are a different story and he wouldn’t set vigorous expectations like his mom did on him.

If you don’t have a relationship with him--that is, if he doesn’t love you, expect that parenting with him would be a lot more responsibility on you than it would be on him.

He wouldn’t really care how you mother your child/children in all honesty. Just as long as they’re safe is what matters to him and he really leaves it up to you to discipline them.

He’d probably never argue with his children due to him being laid-back and carefree.

If you had an outburst here, it would be due to not agreeing with him about something regarding your children if you think he’s on the wrong side of things.

He would be quite shocked to see such a reaction from you, but would just sink into doing nothing like usual and would just go along with it.

If he does love you, he’ll involve himself a lot more and show his parenting side. In fact, he would want to make every decision with you.

If an outburst occurs in this type of relationship with him, it would most likely be just like above where you both don’t see eye to eye on something regarding parenting.

You two would argue and probably wouldn’t talk for a while. He’d distance himself to give you space as well.

He knows you just want the best for your child/children, and would end up talking to you sooner than later to work things out because he loves and misses having you in his arms.

Reiji:

Reiji in general really isn’t the type to just let you mother your child/children however you want.

He’s a strict and orderly person and expects nothing but perfect parenting for his child/children.

However, this solely depends on your relationship with him.

If you both don’t love each other, parenting with him is all about control.

Don’t expect that you’d win in an argument over an important decision that regarded your children.

In the end, he’d always be the one to make the decision; in fact, your opinion would mean nothing to him. His word is basically absolute since he thinks he knows best.

Reiji is the type to instill discipline in his children since he wants them to be very prim and proper, and would possibly discipline them physically if they misbehaved or caused trouble.

If you had an outburst towards him here, he’d simply just chuckle and brush it off, finding your word to be inferior to his, and might even slap you if you really push it, telling you it isn’t lady-like to respond in such a way/tone.

He’d also want his children to excel in every subject and be ‘perfect’ in all areas; he would push them over the limit to succeed and give him a good image since he takes a lot of pride in his family name.

If you both had more than one child, Reiji would probably have a favorite out of the bunch as well.

Like mother, like son.

If he does love you though, things are quite different.

Reiji would still want his children to be educated and beyond disciplined for sure, but with you by his side, he ends up making rational decisions that would avoid having his child/children resent him later on.

Will discipline his children, such as ground them or put them in time out if they’re very young--but will not discipline physically because they remind him of you.

Even Reiji may seem harsh on the outside, it would absolutely break his heart if he hurt someone he cared about.

Aww Rei :’).

Although, if he does get a little out of line with disciplining your child/children--that is, if he makes them cry or takes things too far in the range of discipline, you won’t be one to stand for it.

If an outburst happens here, Reiji will tell you to calm down and that you’re being dramatic. He loves you, yes, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t straightforward with what he thinks.

Like his brother Shu, he would give you space after the argument, and due to this pride, he would still think that what he did was right, but at the same time, he regrets it because it caused the bond between you two to tear.

Reiji would find a way to get you back tho.

Either with flowers and having a classy dinner that allows you both to get away from distractions.

Laito:

Laito would be a very carefree parent that would love his children to the ends of the earth.

He’d let them do pretty much anything and would want to know what’s going on in their lives to make sure they’re happy and safe.

Due to what happened to him as a child, he’d always be constantly concerned about their safety and who they interact with. Even though he’s carefree, he still has his limits. Influence especially is something that matters to him when it comes to being subjected to his child/children.

Although, things vary on whether or not he loves you.

If he doesn’t love you, he’ll try to push you away from your child/children and have them kids favor him over you just to show you who has the upper hand.

He would never physically harm or yell at his kids. The worst thing it could come down to is him becoming a tab bit strict which is where his worry and possessiveness kick in.

With you not being able to stand for this, you’d start getting angry with him because he’d be taking things too far, leading you to have an outburst.

At first, he’d just tell you not to get hasty, but with it continuing, his eyes would narrow and he’d slam you into a wall, grabbing you by your throat. He’d then tell you that whatever concerns his kids is something he’ll handle, not you, just cuz he’s obsessive like that.

If you dared to bring up his past or mother and use it as a counter during your outburst, he wouldn’t hesitate to choke you.

As it was stated before, he wants to be the preferred parent, mostly because he feels that he’s the only one that can truly protect his child/children.

He considers you to be a threat to his child/children’s happiness and life, and will attempt to brainwash his kid/kids into hating you just so he doesn’t have to worry about his child/children getting influenced by someone else.

In other words, he thinks he’s the only one who can raise his child/children ‘correctly’.

If he loves you, things are not the same as above.

However, him being carefree does remain the same along with him not physically hurting or yelling at his child/children, and only making his children upset when he becomes too strict because of his worries.

Because you both love each other, you’re there for him whenever thoughts of his past cross his mind.

You have to remind him constantly that your child/children will be safe and that nothing is going to hurt them. He sometimes contradicts you, but you can understand where he’s coming from since nothing is guaranteed.

If an outburst were to occur on him being a little too strict on his children and being a bit unreasonable about whatever it is, there would be a lot of brash comebacks between you two and he would end up walking out because he thinks you both need space.

Later on the same day, he would try to talk to you because he doesn’t want things to stay this way between you two.

You’d both end up apologizing and would spend the rest of the night talking about how to you look forward to raising your child/children.

Kanato:

Well, parenting with him can be quite sweet or chaotic, and this really depends on what relationship you have with him.

If he doesn’t love you, it’s very difficult to come to an agreement on things when it comes to your children.

He’s pretty psychotic, so he may agree with something now, and then feel totally different about it later.

Your arguments with him would seem never-ending, and Kanato won’t hesitate to revert to violence if you keep pushing his buttons.

Don’t take his child/children away from him--that is, not allowing them to see him--he won’t tolerate it by any means, and will revert to desperate measures if he doesn’t get what he wants. After all, he acts like a child himself.

Because there isn’t a great relationship between you two, he won’t physically harm or yell at his child/children, in fact, he finds them to be annoying considering he didn’t have them out of love.

Will blame their temper tantrums on you even tho you have nothing to do with it.

Yes, he’s that delusional.

He’ll always tell you to take them out of the room when they’re throwing a tantrum because he doesn’t want to hear them.

“They can be in presence again once they’ve calmed down.”

If you do have an outburst regarding something that happened between him and the kids, he’ll tell you you’re at fault for raising your voice when that’s beside the point of making your child/children sad.

If you push him enough, he’ll even get physical and reach for your throat to get you to surrender your rebellious tongue.

If Kanato does love you tho, he’s a lot more rational about things.

Even tho he tends to get out of hand sometimes, he finds himself to be level-headed when he’s around you.

He wouldn’t care too much about his child/children studying, he’d be more focused on their mental health since he’d never want them to grow up alone the way he did.

He isn’t the type to physically harm his children, but will occasionally raise his tone which will cause them to cry.

When were to you snap at him and have an outburst regarding the matter, he’d easily start yelling back, but won’t physically harm you by any means.

You’ll have to be the one to reach out to him after the fight is over because he doesn’t forgive or take his part of the blame easily.

Ayato:

Like his brothers, parenting is different depending on the fact of whether he loves you or not.

If he doesn’t, Ayato is a combination of close and distant with his child/children--meaning, he’ll only hang out with his child/children when he feels like it or if it benefits him.

He kind of neglects them in some way, and like Kanato, this is possibly because he didn’t have his children out of love.

If you ended up having more than one child and the oldest was a boy, he’d value them more because they were the firstborn and hold a sense of pride for him, and if they look like him, it’s a plus in his book.

He wouldn’t push his kids to be better than anyone though because he doesn’t want to put them through the torture his mom did with him.

He wouldn’t physically harm his child/children, and wouldn’t yell at them surprisingly. In fact, he’d always act nice to you when you’re both around them to keep up a facade for them.

However, if an outburst did occur from you, it would probably be because of him not taking parenting seriously and that he only give your child/children attention when it suits him.

He won’t tolerate your outburst one bit and might hit or throw you to the ground to remind you that you’re inferior.

He’ll even go as far as slamming you against the wall and biting you to make you quiet.

With you arguing against him that way, he would try to turn your child/children against you, either by telling them lies to make them resent you.

If he loves you, he’s quite different.

He’ll spend a lot of time with his kids and put a lot of effort into parenting.

Like above, he wouldn’t physically harm or yell at his children, but if an outburst did occur, it would be because you see a different side of things than him regarding your children.

You’d both end up yelling at each other, but you’d both make up fairly quickly considering Ayato is all about being mad in the moment and then moving on when he’d cooled off.

You hate how he manages to make you let the let little spat go almost every time, but because you love him, the last thing you want to do is hold a grudge against him.

Subaru:

Subaru isn’t one to hurt his child/children whether he loves you or not.

He had an abusive childhood and would never want his child/children to go through the same thing.

If he doesn’t love you, he’ll try his best to parent, but he would distance himself most of the time because he feels like a total mess that wasn’t meant to be a father.

In fact, he feels that because he’s the father of his children, he’s ‘contaminated’ them in some way just because he’s their father.

Unlike his brothers who wouldn’t give a shit about the mother of their children, he grows to have respect for you considering you brought his child/children into the world.

He’s very protective of his child/children, and might come off as harsh if he’s trying to protect or advise them--that is, yelling at them or slightly raising his voice if telling them to safe and not letting others take advantage of them, but this doesn’t happen often.

However, when it does, you’re not one to let it slide. Your outburst would be something he wouldn’t expect and because he’s developed a mutual respect for you, he would just yell back at you. At some point when the fight would end, he would just mutter ‘tch’ and walk away.

Even if he doesn’t love you, he still considers his child/children to be the most precious thing in the world.

Although, if Subaru does love you, things are a lot different here.

He’ll put his everything into being a parent, but is a little scared at the same time of being a horrible father like his own.

He’d want to grow a bond with his child/children.

Sometimes, he gets a little insecure about being a parent, but you’re always there to encourage and pull him out of the dark. It’s something he admires and appreciates about you since you’re the sunshine in his life.

As mentioned before, he’s not the type to physically harm, but only raise his voice or yell at his children (this is very rare tho).

Your outburst and his reaction would basically be the same as above, however, regret would settle in the pit of his stomach after the fight would be over.

He feels awful afterwards. In fact, he feels like a monster that made his children cry along with having an argument with you.

He’d be the one to reach out to you, saying he was sorry and would even take all of the blame saying that it was all his fault.

With you not wanting him to blame himself for your outburst, you’d tell him it wasn’t all of his fault and that you were to blame as well.

You two would end up hugging and maybe shedding a few tears because of the moment being so overwhelming.

Oh, my heart.

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers heacanons #shu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #laito sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #subaru sakamaki

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xxiaoyang · 5 years ago

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more | yangyang (m)

yangyang has gotten his way one too many times and this time you're going to make him earn it or yangyang slipping into subspace for the first time

words: 4.5k

warnings/tags: suggestive, almost smut, dom!reader, sub!yangyang, lowkey brat!yangyang, spanking, subspace, dirty talk?, some build up, a bit of fluff?

the soft blue glow of the television lit up the room, the anime long forgotten in favor of watching yangyang's slender fingers make patterns on the inside of your thigh.

he's leaning against your side, head slightly below yours and eyes transfixed on the animated fight scene in front of him, but his fingers continue to work shapes into your skin with purpose.

you thought maybe it was subconscious, but with yangyang, you know it's just to get you worked up. and it works.

everything yangyang does works on you which is part of the reason it irritates you so much. that and the fact that he's a huge brat. he's used to getting what he wants from you, even if it comes after some resistance.

you were never good at handling brats, you simply never tolerated the behavior. and for yangyang, it's easier to give in and let him have what he wants (it's definitely not cause you want to or anything).

yangyang is very vocal about how much he loves your thighs, always talking about having them wrapped around him and leaving marks all over them, so it's no surprise his hand ended up here.

you watch as he shifts slightly which causes his hand to ride just an inch higher up your thigh. he brushes his fingers across the skin softly and moves his thumb in circles, all the while his eyes stay on the screen.

you're sure he can feel you burning holes into the side of his head or at least sense your frustration, but he doesn't pay you any mind.

you think for a second that maybe he is just really into the show and his touching is more of a habit or unconscious thing. yangyang is a boy with a lot of energy and doesn't sit still very often. he's also very, very touchy.

you begin to relax and interpret his touches as soothing, trying to fill in the blanks of what you missed on the screen.

it's only after you've immersed yourself back into the 2d world that you feel yangyang slide his hand up your thigh and squeeze, his head tilting up and bringing his hot breath with it.

you feel a tingle down your spine and convince yourself you only had such a reaction because he caught you off guard. you don't respond. you don't even move.

he doesn't stop. instead he pushes forward and presses his lips into the corner of your jaw below your ear and you have to suppress the sigh that's in your throat. you don't like how much power he has over you and how he knows he can get his way so easily.

you decide in that moment that you're not going to give it to him this time. after all, it was his idea to start this show.

sitting up straight, you fold your legs up onto the couch, your knees pointed away from him and your feet touching his legs as he's still leaning against you. he's even lower now and you can see him look up at you with those big puppy eyes he knows how to use so well.

you keep yours trained on the screen, not blinking or swallowing until he shifts a bit and looks back to the tv. you can't help but feel triumphant, but if you know your boyfriend at all, this isn't the end.

yangyang is so used to getting what he wants, that it makes him act like a brat when he doesn't. like a little kid, he'll pout and whine and sometimes even throw a small tantrum. you find it cute since he's always saying he's not a baby and yet he acts like such a baby.

he isn't pulling those stops yet, but they're coming. this thought grounds you in your resolve. if he wants it, he's gonna have to beg for it.

after two more episodes of yangyang trying and failing to initiate any kind of intimacy, he starts to get antsy.

the entire time he never spoke a word, only using his body to try to communicate his desires. and when you basically ignored all his advances, it finally got to him.

you could feel him getting impatient and bit back a smile. his eyes were locked on the side of your head, willing you to pay attention to him. if there's one thing yangyang couldn't deal with, it was not getting enough attention from you.

in true toddler fashion, he shifted from side to side folding and unfolding his legs, moving closer to you then separating himself completely to sit back and look at you, all the while huffing and puffing.

you held in a smile at the thought of his frustration. is he that needy? he wasn't even watching the show anymore.

it wasn't until he was sat staring at your side for what felt like minutes that he finally broke. he moved in front of you on the couch so he was half in your lap and grabbed your chin with his hand to bring your face to his.

"why are you ignoring me?"

you feign a look of confusion. "ignoring you? i'm not ignoring you, we're watching tv."

he groans and rests his weight on the leg he's straddling. "yes, you are. since we started the show basically."

your brows knit together. "you haven't said a word to me, yangie, how could i be ignoring you?" you know exactly what he means, but you're going to make him say it.

he falls right into your trap and suddenly the assertive boy on your lap is gone, replaced with a more shy boy who can no longer look into your eyes as he speaks, but he tries to keep up the act.

"you know... when i was, like, touching you."

his voice dies down at the end but he's so close that you still hear it clearly. it sparks a flame inside of you that you haven't felt in a while.

you use the opportunity to take control of the situation, placing a hand on his thigh and rubbing it similar to how he did with you earlier and he tenses.

you want him to look at you. you want him to give in and tell you what he wants. as talkative as the boy is, he never asks for what he wants.

"what was that, baby?" you put on a look of slight concern so when he looks back up at you he sees your softened eyes looking at him.

the name had an effect on him and he begins shifting on your thigh. he's never been in this position. he's not sure what to say for the first time, so he doesn't say anything at all.

his hands grip at the bottom of your shirt as he wishes for you to just get the hint and fuck him.

"what do you want, baby boy? you gotta tell me so i can know how to help you."

yangyang doesn't like how you're speaking. talking down to him like he's some little kid, voice all soft and sweet. for someone else, that might have been enough to melt them on the spot, but for him, it just makes him want to resist.

he straightens up and and looks away from your soft eyes, his lip instinctively jutting out in a pout and his arms crossed. you almost laugh at how childish he can be sometimes.

"no." it was as simple as that. he separated himself from you but he was still hovering over your leg, barely making contact. you thought of shifting your leg up into his front to tease him but you wanted to play with him some more.

grabbing his hips in both of your hands, you push him down on your thigh so his legs are spread and he's almost eye level with you as you sit up and stare into his eyes.

with your head tilted you question, "no? no, you're not going to tell me what you want?"

he's facing you but his eyes are off to the side, still being stubborn, and he doesn't say a word.

a muscle twitches in your forehead and you grip his jaw and force him to look into your eyes.

"answer me." there's no malice in your tone. you're not even that bothered. you just want to show him who's in charge.

he pulls his face from you and leans back to get up but your other hand on his hip stops him. you're surprised for a second at how stubborn he could be. would he really rather walk away from you than just ask you to touch him?

"so you're not going to tell me why you were all over me a little while ago? why you were mouthing at my neck and groping at me like a bitch in heat?"

you knew he liked when you called him names. it was something he would never admit, but he couldn't deny how his body reacted to the obscene words. his whole body tensed and you could see the mask slipping off, but he was determined.

"why do you think?" yangyang spits back. your brow raises and you just stare at him. you know he's embarrassed, but to give you such an attitude is very uncalled for.

"excuse me?" you tighten your grip on him.

he doesn't hesitate and looks you in the eye, "i said, why do you think? are you dumb?"

you're shocked for a moment. even as bratty as he can be at times, surely your cute and sweet boyfriend would never call you that, right?

it's seconds later that you realize that he would, and he did, not because he actually thinks you're dumb, but because he wants to push you.

it worked. in a second you were pushing to stand as yangyang barely found his footing before he slipped off of your lap.

his heart skipped at the thought of you walking away mad at him. had he gone too far this time? but when he stood and faced you and saw the look in your eye as you glared at him, a single finger pointed toward your shared bedroom, he knew he'd gotten his way again.

"bed. now." your voice broke his thought and he decided to push you even further.

"and what if i don't want to?"

your brow twitched but you stood your ground.

"then you can get yourself off for the next week."

yangyang's eyes widened at that, almost comically. you'd never threatened him like that before. surely you didn't mean it. how could you resist him?

at his silence you prodded further, "i can just stay right on this couch and leave you with blue balls for the next seven days if that's what you want." you took a step closer to him. "or you can get your ass on that bed and be rewarded like a good boy."

he didn't know what to think. you'd never shown this kind of dominance to him before.

two minutes ago the thought wouldn't have interested him, usually he's the one in charge, but now seeing you all worked up and confident with that tone, he couldn't stop his dick from twitching in his pants. he liked this side of you, a lot. he liked thinking about you forcibly taking control over him and even being rough with him.

so many new ideas were entering his brain at once that he wouldn't be surprised if he was drooling right there.

the dazed look in his eyes didn't go unnoticed by you, nor did the shiver that racked his body.

you got him.

with this victory you grabbed his shirt by the collar and kissed him deeply, making sure to leave a bite on his lip as you pulled away.

his hair was messy and his face and neck were flushed, lips shining as they rested slightly agape. he looked so beautiful, gazing down at you with big doe eyes. you wanted to make him fall apart. a new desire that had never existed in your mind prior, but was much welcomed.

yangyang returned to himself and straightened, only giving you a small nod and lowered his head.

unable to see your wicked grin through his fringe, he followed as you grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall to your bedroom.

a rush of excitement bloomed in your chest, traveling all the way down to your core. you wanted to try so many things with him. you wanted to ruin him.

yangyang didn't make a sound as he watched you expectantly, careful so not to break the mood.

he couldn't deny how excited he was. how hard it made him to see you looking so angry and being so rough. he could feel himself leaking into his boxers already.

"get on the bed, on your stomach."

your voice never faltered. it carried a weight with it that shot straight to yangyang's already aching dick.

he only hesitated for a second before letting himself spread flat across the mattress.

"what are you gonna do?" he wasn't sure if he should ask questions, but he was curious to know why you had him on his front rather than his back.

you approached him in slow strides and wordlessly curled your hands around his hips, pulling him to the end of the bed with so much force that he actually let out a yelp. he was bent over the edge of the bed so he was almost kneeling in front of you, and that's when it clicked.

yangyang's eyes went wide and he lifted his head to look at you but you were quicker, placing a firm hand on the back of his neck and leaning down to whisper by his ear.

"i'm gonna show you what happens to boys who wanna act like little brats."

you pushed off of him and returned to stand behind him. you were still for a moment as you watched him, scanning his entire body for any sign that he was uncomfortable with this or that he wanted you to stop.

you waited for any protest and when you received none, you went to work.

you started with your hands on his outer thighs, gripping both of them softly and rubbing in soothing motions as you went higher. he tensed and you slowed as you slid your hands over his still fully clothed ass. it was so small and firm. cute.

yangyang shifted back and forth slightly, not used to the sensation and slightly embarrassed at the attention he's receiving there. but he liked it. he wanted more.

when you found no sign of resistance, you pushed on, kneading at the soft flesh of his behind and letting your nails press into him from time to time.

yangyang put his head down in his bent arm to try to conceal himself and the noises that were escaping his lips. he was already enjoying this too much.

he wondered what this meant and if this would change anything about him, but mostly he wondered what other things you'd be willing to try with him. to do to him.

he was brought back by the sound of your voice, softer and lighter in tone this time.

"if you want me to stop at any or point or don't like it, please tell me. okay, angel?"

angel? you'd never called him that before. especially not in these circumstances. it made him shiver and want to push himself back into your touch. he felt so needy and hot and just a bit lightheaded.

"yangie?" you placed a soft hand on the small of his back.

right, he needed to answer you.

yangyang turned his head to face you and nodded, "okay."

his skin was flushed and he looked so vulnerable in this position, it made your heart swell. you forced down your feelings for later and smiled at him, returning his nod.

"i'm going to start off easy, i want you to keep count for me, okay?" you hooked your fingers under the waistband of his sweats and boxers. "and you better not move from this position."

in one swift motion you pulled his clothes down so they fell to his thighs, his pert ass exposed to you, bringing a smirk to your lips.

"you have such a cute little ass, you know that, baby?"

he squeaked. he actually squeaked at that. you've never complimented him like that. sure, you've told him he's cute or handsome and even complimented him on his chest and shoulders, but you've never talked to him -about him- this way. it made him feel small and powerless like he was some little toy for you to use. and he loved it.

he buried his face deeper into his arm and just wiggled slightly in response, eager for you to put your hands back on him and just touch him.

you chuckled lowly and grabbed a handful of the flesh of his ass. "nothing to say now, hm?"

you pulled your hand away and lifted it above him, quickly bringing it down across his right cheek with a resounding smack.

the slap entered yangyang's ears and bounced around in his now empty head, the only sound he could produce being a rather slutty moan that echoed back to him in the stillness of the room.

you smiled and looked down at him, content with how he's already falling apart under you.

"baby? are you forgetting something?"

he registers your words seconds late and flinches at his realization.

"one."

he already sounds wrecked and you have to bite back the groan in your throat.

"good boy."

yangyang lets out a whiny moan at that.

"you like being called that?" you let your hands slide up his bare ass and under his shirt to massage at his toned back.

"you know, you could hear that more often if you didn't act up so much."

you pulled your hands from him and landed another smack on his right cheek, this one a bit harder.

he lurched forward and groaned loudly, then dropped his head back on his arm.

"t-two."

"who knew you were such a pain slut," you laughed. with that, you gave a third slap to his left this time, even harder than the last two.

yangyang was slowly losing his mind. his head felt like it was spinning and there there was so much sensation in his bottom half, but not where he's used to.

all of these new thoughts and feelings were overwhelming his system, along with the delicious stinging on his behind. he couldn't understand how it could feel so good, so satisfying, but he chalked it up to it just being you. he loved anything you did to him.

for now, he tried to focus on counting. "three."

you hummed and smoothed a hand over his already reddened cheeks, "very good, baby. can you do seven more?"

he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and nodded. with the way he was feeling now, he could probably do this all night.

you smiled, the gesture going unseen by your boyfriend whose face was still down in his arm.

he looked absolutely precious. so sweet and docile. the contrast from his usual confident and playful demeanor was making your legs weak, but you pressed on. it wasn't even about a punishment anymore, now you just wanted to show him who was in control tonight.

wasting no time, you delivered the fourth and fifth smacks in quick succession, each getting heavier in force.

strings of high pitched whines left his mouth but he kept up with your ministrations, the numbers falling past his lips like a mantra.

he counted to seven before he felt something shift in him. he needed more.

for the first time since you started, he found his words and finally spoke up.

"please, please keep going."

he sounded positively fucked, almost pathetic to his own ears, but he couldn't control himself. he'd never felt like this in his life.

usually he's got control of himself and even sometimes you, but right now he's sure that if he weren't flat on this bed he'd be falling to the floor. his body feels so light, maybe he'll start floating instead?

his mind feels like it's floating away from his body and he's hit with the sudden need to hear your voice. you feel so far away and he feels so airy and gone that he's not even sure if you're still there.

without even realizing it he's hiccuping with small cries, his shoulders shaking slightly.

as soon as you notice, you're crawling up the bed to his side, a sudden fear growing in you that maybe you had gone too far and hurt him.

you lifted his face in your hands gently and searched for his eyes.

"what's wrong, angel? did i hurt you? do you want to stop? we can stop. i'm so sorry, baby."

you shifted to his level and brought him closer to you, guilt building a home in your chest.

yangyang realized the situation. it looks like he's crying out of pain, but that wasn't it at all. he's crying because it feels so good and you make him feel safe enough to be that vulnerable and he just loves you.

but he can't figure out how to voice that right now, so instead he just shakes his head and grabs your hands in his, bringing his face to your neck and taking deep breaths. he calms himself before he speaks again.

"no, no you didn't hurt me and there's nothing wrong. i just..."

you pull away and watch him with soft eyes, patiently waiting for him to finish.

he lets out a deep breath and pushes himself up on his elbows.

"it just was a lot and i've never felt like that before. it felt like i left my body and i guess for a second i got scared cause i felt so far and i just wanted to feel you and hear your voice. but it feels so good and i don't want you to stop. i just got carried away. please keep going, please."

all hope of keeping down your emotions was lost at his small voice as he pleaded with you.

he wanted you to keep going. he was enjoying himself so much that he got lost in the feeling, and it overwhelmed him to the point of tears.

it felt like there was a swarm of butterflies in your stomach and chest as you processed it. his newfound submission and trust was so much better than punishing him or trying to teach him any kind of lesson.

you almost wanted to stop and just pull him into your arms and soothe him, but more than anything you wanted to make him feel good. so if he wanted more, then he was going to get it.

you rose from the bed to return to your place at the end, but not before kissing him sweetly on the lips and reminding him to tell you if he wants you to stop.

he was still turned on his side watching you with glassy eyes and you could see how hard he was with his front exposed.

he was standing tall against his stomach, red and glistening with precum. all things considered, it was adorable and your heart swelled at the sight. you would have to pay special attention to him later.

gently you guided him back on his stomach with a hand on his hip and he obeyed, lifting his hips and pushing his ass up for you.

you giggled at how eager he was and squeezed his thigh.

"okay, baby boy, three more. you ready?"

he mewled and hummed immediately.

"good boy."

you raised your hand and landed a hard smack across his ass, pulling a loud moan from his throat at the impact.

he was already panting and his shoulders were going slack, the ecstasy taking over his body again.

"what are we on, angel?"

your sweet voice enveloped him like a plush blanket in a harsh winter. he trusted you. he loved you so much.

"eight."

"good, baby. keep going?" you checked once more and he nodded.

you massaged the supple skin on his behind and promptly delivered another hard slap on his left cheek.

yangyang was falling again, heat and shivers spreading throughout his body at your touch. pressure was building in his core at your praises. he just wanted to keep being good for you.

"one more, baby, you're doing so well."

you bent over and placed a kiss on the side of his head, rubbing his shoulders and whispering soft praises to him to keep him grounded.

he was writhing and literally squirming on the bed, his back arched as he awaited the final spank. he needed it. he was so close.

raising your hand one last time, you put a little more force into it as you swept your hand across his ass, earning the loudest sound you'd ever heard from your boyfriend.

it was a mix between a cry and a moan and it left him in waves as he shook under you.

you crawled up next to him and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer to you and running your hand through his hair, the other making circles on his back.

"i've got you, angel. you did so well. you were so good for me." you reassured him.

his breaths were shallow and shaky as he came back down to earth. his hands gripped at your shirt and he sniffled into your chest.

"was so good. love you so much."

your heart somersaulted behind your ribs. you held him tighter and continued to whisper sweet nothings into his ear.

once his breathing returned to normal, you sat up and looked at him.

"wait, you still need to finish, don't you?"

he didn't respond and put his head into your chest.

you got your answer in the form of a wet spot on the sheets, looking down to see his dick only half hard and covered in cum.

he came just from that.

now you were the one who felt like you were floating.

not wanting to embarrass him, you stroked his cheek with your thumb and sat up to get a towel.

before you could stand he was pulling you back down next to him and shoving his face into your chest again.

"mm, don't leave. shower later." his voice was soft and squeaky. it made your heart do a flip.

you held him against your chest and took in his warmth, listening to the peaceful sound of his breathing. "okay baby, i'm not going anywhere."

looks like he got his way after all.

#wayv smut #wayv fanfic #yangyang #yangyang smut #nct smut #nct #nct fanfic #sub!yangyang #dom!reader #yy #i #i wanted to write the process of him slipping instead of straight smut so #hope this is okay #gender neutral reader

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ryuichirou · 4 years ago

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Hey hun. So, I wanna ask, how does this last chapter made you feel?

For me I felt angry, then disappointed, then I just gave up lol. I'm gonna separate my Eren from whoever was that in chapter 139.

Also, will you stop making Ereri works? Pls don't! Your Ereri arts are what give me the zeal to write fanfics. Heck, it's because I saw one of them that I had the courage to dabble in this ship.

Sorry for the long ass message.

Anonymous said:

Coming for an AOT fan who isn't a shipper and from someone who likes Eren's character but doesn't see him as a big bad or Saint. The whole him being in love with Mikasa the whole time feels so freaking out of no where. And again not pissed cause of ships or stuff like that. I just feel like this is fan pandering.

Anonymous said:

I'm so confused...Eren didn't shed a tear when he sent that titan to kill his mom but he immediately broke down into tears on the ground when he heard that Mikasa might marry another man. What is going on...I guess I never understood his character after all sigh.

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Hooooo boy ok here we go.

We don’t think that it was necessarily an Eremika moment. Hear me out.

Is it possible to interpret it as “I guess Eren likes Mikasa romantically” and call it a day? Of course. But I think it’s a huge disservice to both characters to just end it at that and tie Eren’s motivation to wanting nothing but to be with Mikasa, because in that case he would’ve ran away and we would’ve had ourselves that cottagecore fantasy from the last chapter.

The thing is, it hadn’t even clicked as an Eremika romance confirmation to us before we read people’s reaction to it. We just laughed at how Eren throwing a tantrum is similar to how we see him – he’s being so hilariously selfish and capricious there.

We think Eren doesn’t want to die and be forgotten, and he knows that he is going to be forgotten eventually once his friends move on. And Mikasa loves him more than anyone in the world, so if even she moves on, it’d mean that no one is going to think about him anymore. Dying is scary, and what I see is a childish “I don’t want Mikasa to move on, I want her to think about me and I don’t care if I sound like a dick”, not “I want to kiss and hug Mikasa and actually I’ve been in love with her for years”.

I’m not sure why people are tying the rumbling to Mikasa and talk about how Eren simping for her resulted in this mess. It’s always been about Eren’s closest friends whom he wants to be happy and live a long life. He said it himself, and the story was heavily hinting on it, so Eren’s confession about all of it being for his gang didn’t surprise us at all. He just gave her a present (that dumb fantasy thing) as a means of gratitude for killing him and, more importantly, freeing Ymir, something along the lines.

We also need to keep in mind Isayama’s intentions in all of it: frankly, we don’t know for sure what he was trying to say, so we really look forward to any comments, interviews or any other content that would give more context or explanation. Maybe he was an Eremika shipper all along and forgot that he didn’t like the idea of childhood friends dating, who knows, but it really doesn’t feel like it? To us personally.

+ Why is it a bad thing that Eren did the rumbling for his friends? I don’t think that the fact that he had motives makes anything worse or better: once again, we kind of guessed that his plan was to make his friends into heroes that defeated big bad Eren. The idea of “uniting against the biggest evil” was discussed in SnK a lot of times, and it felt like the only solution to this situation. We’d be happy if Isayama came up with something smarter than our own ideas, but lol

To the Anon that talked about Eren not getting as emotional over his mom’s death: maybe I’m blind, but I felt like he almost had a breakdown when he was talking about it, and he’d have definitely started crying if Armin didn’t grab his hand and stopped him. He was already tearing up.

When he talked about Mikasa, it was almost a comical moment: Eren sat there with his butt in the water screaming like an idiot. It was an embarrassing thing to say, this is why he got so emotional. And technically he started crying while he was talking about not wanting to die. I think it’s natural for him to cry there. It still feels more like “I don’t want to die and be forgotten” than “oh no Mikasa’s going to kiss another boy”. But Mikasa is dear to him, and his friends are dear to him, he’s just a person and he wants to live and spend time with them, because this is what makes him happy.

I don’t know. The only thing that’s bothering us now is whether or not Eren had romantic feelings towards Mikasa, because it really would be out of nowhere.

I’m not saying that it’s wrong to feel disappointed and that no one understands Eren’s character but us who think he doesn’t act ooc: everyone can feel whatever they want and have their own opinion. But I personally feel like a lot of disappointment in the fandom comes from wanting Eren to be more… I don’t want to say chadish, but I guess chadish. He’s just a very tired teen.

If we’re wrong about his feelings towards Mikasa, then sure, we’ll disown the manga from the high horse we’d put it on. We’re not saints, we don’t like this stuff, and it’s very easy to throw Isayama and our love for the manga away, no matter how much time and love we’ve dedicated to it.

(Oh, and to answer the question about us continuing drawing Ereri. The chapter didn’t change how we see characters or ships, and we don’t really care about canon ships, so nothing is going to change. Well, maybe there will be more bird smut lol but I really appreciate the fact that our works inspire people to create and to dive into the world of Ereri and other ships <3 thank you very much for that)

#replies #snk meta #eren yeager

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bangtanshomura · 4 years ago

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PINK | 2/? | pjm

summary: A neighbor as pink and hopelessly romantic as you and an equally pink neighbor like Jimin (but without a thing or two in common), sounds almost perfect together, right?. The only problem? That you are madly in love with him but his tonalities are very different from yours.

pairing: park jimin x female reader.

genre: fluff, angst, (maybe in the future a little of smut? not so sure).

word count: 1992

warning: unrequited love, pinning, so much embarrassment, a looooot of pink hehe, hurt, some mxm with ot7, you know…it happens sometimes.

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Pink, 'cause you are so very

“Sup with the face, sugar?” Seokjin’s voice pulls you back to reality. Or maybe was Jimin’s text.

“Jimin asked me if he should go on a date with the pretty girl of the coffee shop across the street”

“You are a pretty girl” He points you with a finger, looking at you harshly. “And Jimin always says stupid things, so please, don’t overthink this”

“But I'm not the pretty girl he would consider asking out on a date” your voice is almost a whisper, so genuinely hurt that Seokjin can't help the tug at his heart.

“Well, his loss, I’m telling you” He scoffs “He will see you someday—” Tucks a lock of hair behind your ear with an affectionate smile. “ like, really see you. And I hope it's not too late when that happens”

Everyone knows what a wonderful person you are, including Park Jimin.

The only person who apparently lacks this information is you.

And it's not that Seokjin has any feelings of hatred and contempt towards the now black-haired boy; but he didn’t appreciate the way he lured you to him and then pushed you away.

Actually, even if Namjoon thinks otherwise, he is absolutely certain that there is some reason why Jimin's colors look somewhat... dull.

There must be a reason why despite the subtle -quite obvious in Seokjin's opinion- attraction Jimin feels for you, he doesn't let it develop but also doesn't let it stop.

Seokjin just knows it's like that, it's a feeling,

“I love you so much Jinnie, but I don't want to talk about this anymore” You leave a small kiss in his cheek before you continue talking. “Are you coming for some unhealthy dinner tonight?”

“You know that we will, baby” The wink it throws at you makes you giggle “Namjoon will pick us up ten minutes before we close the store, safety an all, you know my man” You both laugh a little. “Any suggestions?”

“I'm craving a cheeseburger from McDonald’s”

“A cheeseburger from McDonald's will be” It’s a reality, they don’t know how to say no to you. And they don’t want to. “Now, help me with this arrangement, I have never met a bride as demanding as this girl. I swear”

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"Just when I think you can't get any more idiotic, you come along and surprise me Jimin."

Yoongi’s raspy voice makes him roll his eyes.

“What are you talking about now?”

“You know what. Don’t play dumb with me” He signals his phone with a movement of the head and scolds him with his eyes. Translation: He read the messages. “You can’t keep doing this to her.”

Jimin looked out the window again, exchanging glances with the barista who batted her eyelashes flirtatiously, gifting him a smile that he returned with a smaller one of his own.

She's pretty, he had to admit that. But neither her flirtatious smile nor her long, stylish hair, managed to provoke anything in him.

Not like his small, pink, innocent neighbor.

A sigh left his lips and he returned his gaze to his phone.

“I know”

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“Are we hungry or what?”

Namjoon enters the shop with his extra-large arms extended, prepare to wrap you two in a bear hug.

“We are always hungry; you already know that hun”

Seokjin takes his face in between his hands with so much delicacy that you want to cry but instead you fake a gagging noise that makes them chuckle and you smile fondly to the presence of their love.

“Let’s go before you suffocate me with so much PDA” You give them a weak smile walking towards the entrance, in a crestfallen manner.

The taller one knows there is something in your voice that doesn't fit the facade you want to sell him, so, he looks to his boyfriend direction with a raised brow and an interrogation mark painted on its face.

His boyfriend answers him with a silent lip movement, a name, clarifying the situation.

Of course, it had to be.

“I cross paths with Jungkook this morning”

“Really? How is he?” Your question doesn’t come as curious as his want’s to, but he keeps anyways.

“You know, hotter than before” Seokjin watches him curious while locking the gate of the flower shop, eyebrow arching and he clarifies his voice. “I might have invited him to dinner today”

Okay, he may not have invited him, but they did crossed paths in a convenience store while the younger one was carrying a bag full of banana milk.

But he will.

“…You did?”

The hesitation in your voice gives him a push.

“Yeah, I mean, is it wrong?”

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You should have known.

How is it possible that a specimen like Jeon Jungkook exists and on top of that, he is single.

Damn Kim Namjoon and damn his twisted plan or whatever that goes through his prodigy brain.

“You could have warned me that he looked like that!”

“Boring” Namjoon prolonged the ‘o’ “I don’t see what’s wrong. He is hot, you are hot, he is single, you are single. A win-win situation if you ask me”.

“But I didn’t”.

“Irrelevant. We are having an amazing night y/n. You know that I’m not going to force you on a date with Jungkook but I want you to enjoy this moment with me, with us”.

“I am enjoying the moment, excuse you” You murmur.

“No your not. You think that I didn’t see the sadness in your eyes?”

“Nam…”

“No baby, not today” He takes a deep breath and looks at you with so much love and concern. “Please”

Deep inside, you know he is right, that you need a night of rest from the problem in your heart that has Park Jimin as its name.

Jungkook is funny, sweet, attentive and Namjoon isn't lying when he says the four of you are having a spectacular night.

You can see it in your best friend's eyes, the desperation to see you well, happy.

So, you agree.

“But!—” Namjoon waits for whatever that you are going to say “What the fuck with those tattoos? And the piercing? He can’t be real, you created him”

He lets out a thunderous laugh as he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“Girl, I know”

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“Thank you so much for having me tonight y/n”

“Oh, no, no” You blush. He chuckles, watching you trying to burn holes in the door of the apartment in front of yours to avoid his gaze. “I-I…eh…Thank you! T-Thank you for coming, like, here, to my house, obviously…oh my god”

You want to slap your face for making a fool of yourself in front of another extremely hot man.

And then, he smiles.

And it's not a smirk or a chuckle that can be interpreted as "I know what I’m doing to you."

It's genuine.

He’s giving you his adorable bunny smile.

“Cute”

If he is about to say something else besides what your brain translated as a compliment, a voice coming from the elevator at the end of the hall momentarily distracts you from it.

“Hey pink”

Although Jimin's greeting is for you, his eyes are intently fixed on the male figure next to you, who watches him curiously.

“Jiminie, you are at home”

Jungkook's eyes travel quickly from Jimin to you, who -with incredible speed for someone so small- runs into the arms of the black-haired boy standing in front of the elevator door.

The gears in his brain working at full power, stopping abruptly when this guy drops the bags he was carrying on the floor so he can wrap his arms around your waist, still throwing daggers in his direction.

Then the realization hits him, and his lips let out an amused chuckle.

This guy must see him as a threat and being honest, he could be.

If you'd let him, that is.

“Yoongi didn't let me escape early, I'm sorry I couldn't make it to dinner with you”

The butterflies in your belly do a triple loop at his words.

"It's okay, I understand" You say turning around but not before grabbing one of the bags lying on the floor and incidentally, the hand he keep unoccupied by the other bags, you turn to Jungkook with a smile "Jungkookie, this is Jiminie, my neighbor!"

“Hi, Jiminie the neighbor”

Jungkook extends his hand offering it in a cordial greeting, while Jimin examines him completely to finally put down the bags and shake it without separating his hand that is holding yours.

“Just Jimin”

You don't quite understand why they seem to be having a battle to the death with just their eyes, in the middle of the hallway, while Mrs. Kim passes by and watches the scene with curiosity.

You give her a somewhat apologetic smile and make a small bow before -trying- to take a step to get closer to Jungkook.

Try, because the moment Jimin detected movement on your part, he pulled your hand with a little force -without hurting you of course-, to return you to his side.

Jungkook catches between his lips the mocking laughter that wants to escape from his chest and instead returns his gaze to you, smiling softly.

"I'd love to stay and get to know 'Just Jimin' a little more, but I'm afraid it's a little late" You can watch from the corner of your eye as Jimin rolls his eyes and turns to the side with a pout on his lips.

Weird.

Not the tantrum, you've seen it multiple times.

The moment. Yeah, that's weird.

"Actually, yes. It's late. Jungkookie from college" Jimin says dryly

For some reason your brain fails to organize its ideas and thoughts, they're all scattered all over the floor of what you assume is the control room in your head.

"Sure" Jungkook replies without looking at him, taking a step to get closer to you, snapping you out of your thoughts "Really, thanks for tonight, y/n"

Jimin knows, he can feel it.

His cheeks must be red and his forehead must have the biggest scowl in history.

Because, who does he think he is, Jungkookie from college, to hug you like that?

Even when his hand is intertwined with yours!.

"Oh" Jungkook's warm embrace brings you back to your senses completely. unconsciously letting go of Jimin's hand to return the gesture with affection "Thank you for coming, I hope Namjoon didn't force you to come all the way here."

"Not at all. Actually, I'd love to meet with you guys again."

When you part, Jimin makes his presence noticeable again, taking your hand quickly with a huff.

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"I thought only Namjoon and Jin were coming for dinner?"

Jimin lets the question out casually, wishing it wasn't too obvious his need for information from the - apparently - new member of your group.

"Oh, yeah, Namjoon found Jungkook by chance and invited him over for old times' sake."

He can see how you arrange some cans in his cupboard, as if you know the place by heart.

Leaning on his kitchen counter, a smile moves over his lips at the domesticity of the moment.

How can you look so pretty and pink, doing something as mundane as stocking his pantry?

And it's this very thought that forces him to take control of the situation. Because he knows that what happened in the hallway a few minutes ago must have confused you even if you don't show it to him.

And it's not something he can afford.

"I see" Running his hand through his hair -a habit he doesn't intend to abandon-, he starts rummaging through another shopping bag as he continues "Did you read my messages?"

He can see you cease your movements and stand still with a bag of candy in one hand.

"I-I..."

"Nevermind" He Interrupts you "Yoongi advised me on one or two things that might be useful."

"He did?"

No.

But you can't know that.

"Yeah, he did."

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A/N:

For the people who read the first part, I'm sorry for the delay but I've been going through an unexpected and difficult time, so I promise to make up for the lost time. In the meantime I'll leave this chapter here and I hope you enjoy it and again, I'm really sorry!

#park jimin fanfic #jimin fanfic #bts fanfic #jimin x reader #park jimin x reader #park jimin #jeon jeongkook #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim taehyung #jimin angst #jimin fluff #bangtan fic #bts fic

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supimjustwriting · 4 years ago

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A Queen’s Tea Party

Riddle Rosehearts OneShot (x Reader[?])

Summary: It was simply another day at Heartslabyul. Today we follow the dorm leader Riddle and how he goes about the day. Always having to carry the image of being perfect becomes a heavy burden when you’re conscious about the tiniest of things. From the insignificant way you hold your teacup or the more notable of being on time or late for class. Each thought simply eats away at him and he can’t help but wonder why his friends stay with him. Not wanting to drown in his thoughts. He questions his closest friends. The shadow of rejection and uncertainty following close behind.

Author’s Note: This song is highly interpretive and this my take on it. I thought out of all the fandoms I’m writing for and it fit Riddle the most. (I totally don’t have a bias towards him currently. What are you talking about?) Ah! If something I post doesn’t have a screenshot attached to it. It’s safe to assume that it wasn’t a request. I hope you’re all alright with me sneaking in my own little seedlings that I wanted to bloom.

Inspired by the song A Family’s Tea Party Original can be listened to here English Translation can be found Here

It was supposed to be like every other morning. Yet dread filled his stomach as the sun shone brightly as ever. A mocking beacon that life will leave him behind. That everything will continue on even if he wasn’t there.

‘Such thoughts should be thrown away. You’ve done as you are taught and follow the rules to the tee. No one will leave you behind. Nothing, will leave you behind,’ yet there it replayed over and over. The scoldings, longing gazes out the window, and children laughing below. Such a life was behind Riddle now. He was a prefect for the Heartslabyul dorm. He was needed here. His word is law here.

Peeling off his pajamas. The red-head started his weekend with clouded thoughts.

“Morning sleepy head. It’s rare for me to wake up before you,” a familiar voice chimed, closely followed by the scent of freshly brewed tea. “Riddle? Are you feeling alright? You look pale.”

Eyes darkening, the shorter male quickly prepared his meal. His voice coming out harsher than intended, “ it’s nothing I can’t handle. Though,” a sigh escaped his lips as he plopped 3 sugar cubes into his tea. “I do appreciate the concern.”

Trey simply smiled. Taking his cup of tea with him before seating himself beside his childhood friend. Usually the silence between them was comfortable. Seems like today the curtain of happiness decided to close its shutters.

“It’s-” “Do you-” “I’m sorry you go first,” the two said in unison causing a smile to almost crack upon Riddle’s lips.

“Rock, paper, scissors. Shoot!” “Victory is mine Riddle. So, riddle me this. What’s on your mind?” A cheesy grin painted the clover-headed boy as he leaned against the table.

A low groan escaped the dorm leader’s lips, only blooming his friend’s smile more. Shifting upon his seat. Grey eyes gazed deeply upon the cloudy liquid as if the right words would emerge to the surface.

“Have you come to hate me?”

Of course he’d be met with silence. Trey is far too kind to admit such a thing. Surely he was putting- Before he sank ever deeper, a calloused hand ruffled his hair. Hesitantly looking up. His gaze met a reassuring smile and Riddle couldn’t help but smile back.

Retiring upstairs. The queen nested himself upon a rocking chair, hugging his knees to his chest. That was one person down but what about the rest? With a warm blanket of sunlight covering the boy as he slowly drifted back into his thoughts, the dread settled back in.

“Oya, oya ~ Now isn’t this a rare sight,” a voice purred from the shadows. “Taking a cat nap are we?”

Gleaming gold eyes shimmered from the corner of the room before slowly revealing a tuft of ragged purple hair.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” snickered Che’ya before wrapping his arms around Riddle’s shoulders.

Ever the rebellious Che’ya. His gut told him that the feline would find him, rather the other way around. Gently escaping from the stowaway’s arms. The chair creaked beneath him as he stood up. Riddle crossed his arms over his chest, now standing straight as a soldier.

“Taking a break once in a while doesn’t hurt. I believe a certain cat taught me that,” he quipped, earning a mock salute.

“Yes your majesty, though I didn’t think you’d take it to heart,” a cheshire grin painted Che’ya’s face only to be wiped off and quickly replanted due to a certain question.

“Have you come to hate me?”

Chuckling to himself, Che’ya simply flashed him another grin. “I believe you already know the answer to that. Nya ha ~!” and once again Riddle found himself alone. Only his friend’s fleeting laugh and grin accompanying him.

“Riddle! Happy unbirthday party. I hope you don’t mind Ace and Deuce inviting me,” your dazzling smile caught the dorm leader by surprise, earning you a forced smile.

How can you look at him in such a way after what he did? He was wailing and throwing a tantrum like a child yet you didn’t run away during his overblot. None of you did but why? Surely he didn’t deserve such treatment. Before he could stop himself the words slipped from his lips.

“Why don’t you hate me?”

With a knowing smile, you wrap the boy into your arms giving him a soft squeeze.

“Is it really that hard to wrap your head around? You’re Riddle Rosehearts. Our friend and someone we care deeply about. Nothing can change that. Not even you. Nor anyone else.”

“About time someone told him.” “He’s still our dorm leader! Show some respect!”

The bickering slowly got drowned out by laughter. Heat rising to his cheeks, the dorm leader felt a smile bloom from the bottom of his heart.

#Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #Riddle Rosehearts #Riddle RoseHearts x Reader #twisted wonderland anemone #Trey Clover

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murdereraisuha · 5 years ago

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screaming about chapter 5 but more coherently this time

This is gonna cover 1. the recent update’s events in comparison to my previous theories & expectations, 2. the winner of the VDC and Vil’s character development 3. Kalim & Jamil’s character development, and 4. the main story moving forward

Spoilers for everything up to 5-67. Word count: 2117

So, in my “Jamil is Snow White” theory post, I used the events of the original Snow White to try and guess how TWST chapter 5 would correlate to it and what characters would fill what roles (Snow White, huntsman, prince, etc.) in the story.

Originally, I kind of assumed the beginning of chapter 5 would line up to either the beginning of the movie or halfway through when the Queen is already hatching her plan to get Snow White with the poison apple. However, it seems like the movie events have actually been compacted into 5-57 to 5-67.

After the NRC rehearsal, Vil becomes the most beautiful, corresponding to the beginning of the movie when the Queen is still the most beautiful. Then, Neige, out of his natural cuteness rather than hard work and practice like Vil, usurps him, representing the point Snow White becomes the fairest in the land. The next part with the apple juice and Rook coming to the rescue is a mix of the next part of the movie, when the huntsman tells Snow White to run, and the part of the movie with the poison apple. Then, the MC and the rest of the dance team kind of act like the dwarves by fighting the Queen/Vil. However, other than that, everyone follows their corresponding role: Neige is Snow White and Rook is the huntsman.

I think the story as it has played out makes sense. I was initially startled by Vil suddenly going murder mode, but. To work so hard on this song and choreography and training up your team, only to have the media love your lifetime rival who’s only brought an arrange of a kid’s song with clumsy singing and dancing to the table, potentially crushing your plan for victory here... I understand Vil’s feelings here and the sudden, desperate decision to curse Neige.

Rook’s actions after that don’t seem too out of line with what we know about his personality and his unconventional beliefs/actions regarding beauty and Vil’s beauty. Seriously though, wtf please don’t just drink poison. Anyway, I really enjoyed Kalim coming in then. The way he noticed Vil’s face being like Jamil’s before his overblot? The part when he tried to remind Vil that no one drank the juice so Vil hasn’t hurt anyone yet? Good stuff right there.

However, the way things played out also disappointed me somewhat. Though we had a Kalim & Jamil interaction, we still haven’t had a good resolution to their character/relationship development, so hopefully that’s in the final part of chapter 5. Furthermore, though Kalim did slap the apple juice away, I really felt like he and Jamil would have had more involvement with poison/curses in this part considering all the stuff in this chapter about Kalim being poisoned in the past.

There’s also the fact that all Jamil did was evacuate the area, it was Kalim and Rook who were around when Vil overblotted. The pattern of the previous overblot causing the next has kind of been broken. It could mean that the pattern was actually the dorm leader causes the next overblot?? Anyway, I’m hoping that Jamil will have his time in the spotlight in the next part.

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So that kind of brings me to the future. First off, who will win the VDC? Personally, I think that it will be NRC. With everyone so enthusiastically proclaiming in 5-67 that they’re going to win the championship, it would feel off for them to fail. From things that Vil has said this chapter, like in 5-37 when he admonishes Deuce that effort isn’t enough to succeed, it seems like the bad route/worst case scenario of Vil’s outlook is to lose hope that his efforts will ever give him success or a happy end. Therefore, the good route would be for him to keep hope, to keep the belief that he can get his happy end, and I think winning the VDC would be the thing that would support this belief. I do not think he would learn much from losing; if he has already lost and got relegated to the role of villain so many times before, one more time would not mean much to him.

Other people have said that Vil also needs to learn to chill and stop holding people to such high standards, which is something I agree with. Though Epel’s beliefs on masculinity and power were pretty harmful, Vil’s methods of trying to correct those beliefs were also harmful. Vil’s treatment of Epel at the end of Epel’s ceremony robes story seriously left a bad taste in my mouth. The thing is, something or someone would need to prompt a change in Vil’s beliefs for a change to occur. After Deuce and Epel’s outing, they seem to be pretty chill with Vil, so there aren’t any conflicts in the group. I can’t think of anyone in the team other than Kalim and maybe Ace who would have a strong enough opinion on not pushing yourself too hard that they would try and give that opinion to Vil, and Kalim’s already had a big interaction with Vil in 5-62.

So, I feel like any further Vil character development this chapter would come from an interaction with Neige. Going back to the debate of who will win VDC, we know that Vil resents Neige for always being the hero. If Neige won yet again, would Vil take what he says to heart? However, if Vil won, that would be a new situation. I think that the first things he hears from a Neige that has finally lost would be impactful to him.

I’m not sure though of all this though because of this line in 5-66:

Vil’s saying that throwing a tantrum and taking it out on other people was awful of him. Though it obviously refers to his attempts to murder before and during his overblot, it could also point to an overall shift in mindset regarding how he treats others. His attempts to mold Epel into a poison apple, for example, stemmed from his own ambitions and frustration at Neige, which you could interpret as a sort of tantrum that he then took out on Epel. Vil may have already learned to relax on pushing his high standards on others.

Regardless of if that’s true or not, I personally think that Vil and Neige still have a lot that they could learn from each other, assuming my perception of Neige as being innocent rather than a white lotus is correct. Vil’s team’s performance had a lot of cohesion and rehearsal put into it, but it was very competitive focused. On the other hand, Neige and the dwarves obviously had a lot of fun with their performance. However, it was clumsy and they were ill prepared. Therefore, Vil could teach Neige more discipline and planning while Neige could teach Vil about how to not lose sight of finding joy in your work.

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As I have already said, I’m hoping for more Kalim & Jamil stuff in the final part of chapter 5. I originally theorized that something would happen to one of them, probably Kalim, and that would lead to some sort of reveal about their feelings and the chapter would end with them clearly on the trajectory to repair their relationship and really become friends.

Since nothing happened yet and neither got poisoned/cursed, I think then that the event that sparks the finale of their character development would probably relate directly to the VDC. First off for our possibilities, we have the two’s families watching as Jamil takes the spotlight as a main vocal while Kalim is in the back. Given what we know, I don’t think Kalim’s family would be too happy about that. The conflict from that definitely seems like it could result not only in some sort of understanding between Kalim and Jamil, but also maybe even a change in Jamil or his family’s status. For a less dramatic possibility, we also know from 5-47 that Jamil’s sister will be coming to watch. If she makes an appearance, perhaps she will have some unexpected insight to say that would lead to a discussion & development between Jamil and Kalim.

Finally, my Jamil becomes the most beautiful theory might still be partially true, though idk if that’s just me not wanting to give up on it cause of how funny it would be. Basically, the theory was that, after the VDC performances, the internet/media become super interested in Jamil due to how talented and handsome he is. I originally thought that could serve as a factor for Vil overblot, but now I think it could prompt some discussion & development between Jamil and Kalim due to it serving as a clear example of Jamil finally showing his true ability and by how much Jamil was letting Kalim win. Furthermore, Vil might be affected by an event like that. Though the overblot’s already happened, perhaps something happening with Jamil specifically would lead to something happening between him and Vil, fulfilling the pattern of the previous overblot doing stuff with the next. I’m out of ideas for the Scarabia boys, so let’s continue.

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Honestly, I don’t think anything will happen with Idia and Ortho outside of a quick teaser at the very end of the chapter. Considering that we still have to cover all the stuff with the VDC performance and its results and the aftermath of the results, Idia’s presentation thingy might not even happen until chapter 6. ?

Idk, rn I’m more concerned about the overarching plot with Mickey Mouse than I am about chapter 6 Ignihyde shenanigans. So, we had a little flash of the Queen/Hag during the day, and also we finally discovered that Malleus is Malleus. So things are picking up a bit. I’m not sure if something unexpectedly big this chapter will happen though. I’ve seen people saying that the boss was surprisingly easy so there might be another big battle coming up. I don’t actually play the game so I don’t know anything about that, is it intentional or is it just that the chapter took so long to update that y’all had tons of time to beef up your boys? For me, it did feel like the Vil overblot was the climax of the chapter. With all the other stuff like the VDC results and the Scarabia boys’ character development, I don’t know if there’s any more room. There could be some big new info with Mickey Mouse or Grim’s bad eating habit, but I can’t picture something happening that would warrant another boss battle.

I do have some thoughts on Mickey Mouse, but I think I’ll save my memey ones for another post and wait for the end of chapter 5 before getting my serious thoughts together. Anyway, now a little talk on chapter 6. So, we have 4 options: chapter 6 will be something regarding Idia’s presentation, something regarding Deuce borrowing the magical wheel, something combining those two plot points, or something else entirely.

Well, for something combining those two, Riddle was the one wanting Idia to go do the presentation in person, right? So, Idia probably doesn’t like Riddle that much. Maybe he wants to make some sort of plan to get back at Riddle. What can he use?

Uh I just looked back at 5-39 to figure out what exactly is up and one translation says Deuce forcefully borrowed the magical wheel and another says he borrowed it as a huge favor??? The original says 無理言って借りてきた, deepL translates it as forcibly borrowed, 無理を言って means asking for something unreasonable. What exactly are the circumstances here?

Okay whatever, look, Deuce is in some sort of debt to Ignihyde. Idia could use him since he and Riddle are in the same dorm. Idk my train of thought got wrecked by the translation confusion.

But anyway so we know Deuce is probably gonna be Meg. I’ve never watched Hercules and I don’t know anything about it aside from what I’ve just read on wikipedia. The summary there says that Hercules kills a bunch of monsters and becomes famous then Hades holds Meg hostage in exchange for Hercule’s powers and Hercules accepts the trade but then “Hades reveals that Meg was working for Hades all along” ??? And then in the end though “ Hercules chooses to remain on Earth with Meg”. So what happens, is Meg good or what? Alright it might be better to at least wait for whatever sneak peek of chapter 6 we get at the end of chapter 5 before speculating. Let’s end this here before it gets any longer.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst spoilers #twst analysis #twst theories #vil schoenheit #kalim al asim #jamil viper #update screaming

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rachelbethhines · 5 years ago

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Tangled Salt Marathon - You're Kidding Me

So we’ve finally come to the last of season two’s filler episodes. Let’s see if we can knock this one out real quick.

Summary: The front door of the mysterious seashell estate vanishes, trapping the group. They try to find another way out but find a spinning top whose magic regresses Cassandra and Lance into toddlers and Shorty into a baby. They’ve only have an hour to find the top and reverse the effects or the changes become permanent. Unfortunately neither of Rapunzel’s or Eugene’s parenting methods keep their now childish friends on task.

So Why Did No One Stand Watch Last Night?

They were all sleeping right next to the entrance, and after the run in with the mirror monsters, you would think that they would have taken turns standing watch.

But nope, the front door vanishes when no one was looking cause they don't have any foresight.

A Low Budget Doesn’t Excuse Filler

Like most of season two, this is yet another episode that adds very little to the overall story. It’s slightly better than the Return of Quaid or Curses, but not by much. I put it on the same level as The Forest of No Return, as I do like the mains’ development, but there’s really no reason why such episodes exist to begin with.

The meta reason for staying in certain places for three episodes, instead of only one or two, is because of budgetary reasons. The crew have to build new sets and models for every new location or person the cast comes across. This costs money to make, so the higher ups wanted to reuse assets. Which is understandable, but not an excuse for utilizing them poorly.

If you need to stay in one area or have characters reappear, then you need to give story reasons for that. Ones that tie back to the overall narrative and/or the mains’ character arcs.

The shell house and Matthews should be more important than what they are as they both have connections to the ultimate big bad of the series.Adria shouldn’t be wasted for a whole episode when she’s the only one driving the plot in season two and has limited appearances. Vardaros and its people shouldn’t be a one and done thing if you’re going to spend so much time setting them up. And there’s still one off episodes, locations, and characters who aren’t brought back and add nothing

Not only does this make for a weaker story, it also undermines the cost saving measures that you tried to implement to begin with.

This Isn’t Representation!

Get it?!

She’s a top!

She’s totally gay, but like not really, cause this can also be interpreted as a dominatrix joke, and there’s no other real indication of her orientation outside her like smiling at her best friend/crush/sister sometimes and keeping that rose her creepy ex-boyfriend gave her.

And don't give me any bullshit excuses about Disney not letting the crew make Cassandra canonly gay/bi.

The Owl House aired just this year, the same year as Tangled’s final season. Also Globby and Carl from Big Hero Six were both confirmed to be a couple on screen a month after this episode came out. Both shows would have been in development at the same time as Tangled was. Both would have been subject to the same regulations and restrictions while writing their stories.

It isn’t “Disney” that stopped the storyboard artists from having Cass be a confirmed lesbian, it’s Chris and Ben, the head writers themselves, who failed to write it into the story properly, if at all.

Chris is the one who made Raps and Cass “sisters”. Chris is the one who wouldn’t tell the crew about his ‘twists’. Chris is the one who had Cass crush on Andrew, even after he tried to kill her. Chris is the one who made Cassandra ‘straight’ and has since used gay baiting to keep her fanbase in his pocket.

Like I am really damn sick and tired of Casspunzel stans defending Chris on twitter, when he’s the very one who sunk thier ship to begin with. I’m also really fed up with certain fans trying to bully others for not accepting their “Cass is a lesbian” headcanons as fact because what the storyboarders say on twitter after the show is over with isn’t gospel and isn’t real rep.

I don’t care if you ship Cass with Raps or headcanon her as being gay. Ships and headcanons are great and can be a lot of fun. But fuck you if you ever try to shame people for not sharing your ships/headcanons. Not only is it biophobic and acephobic to insist that there’s only ever a binary option when it comes to orientation and shipping, but it also reinforces harmful stereotypes and tropes about people in the queer community.

Like, yes, I personally may be an introverted angry bitch who’s an LBGTQA member and activist, but that doesn’t mean that every introverted bitchy woman in media is a lesbian. What kind of message does that send people when that’s the only character archetype that’s given representation or is loudly proclaimed as ‘gay’ by the wider audience? Fuck that noise!

I Know Humor is Subjective but...WHY?

Why did we give the baby a beard? How does that logically work? Did anyone outside of the crew actually find this funny?

TTS has like this one out of touch dude throwing out jokes that don’t really land with the target audience. Fans have called it ‘boomer humor’ but it’s actually ‘Gen-X’ humor. Not only because Chris and Ben are Gen Xers but because this is the type of crap my older brother would find hilarious.

Gen Xers are between Boomers and Millennials and so their humor is this weird blend of gross out shock humor, ironic nihilism, and out of date stereotypes that are only mildly better than those of the previous generation before them. They’re the generation who gave us Beavis and Butthead, South Park, and Clerks.

That’s not a criticism of Gen X as a generation, but rather just an acknowledgment that they’re worlds away from the neo-dada absurdism, more socially conscious, and globalized humor of Gen Z.

So Why Is the Bad Guy Telling the Heroes How to Foil His Plans?

Like he not only tells them how to fix their problem and how long they got in order to do so, but he also informs them how it happened in the first place. This goes directly against his plans. Had he simply said nothing and stayed out sight, then Raps and Eugene would have been lost for the full hour and most likely not have saved everyone on time.

I like to headcanon that Mathews is just “that asshole” that loves to taunt and tease but in a that manner that gives him plausible deniability. He also may just be bored, since he’s a ghost trapped in one place all the time. Yet that still doesn’t change the fact that he shot himself in the foot here.

Raps and Young Cass’s Relationship Is the Same as Raps and Adult Cass’s, and That Is a Problem.

Condescending, manipulative, hypocritical, and bossy is the way Rapunzel treats everyone. She doesn’t understand the actual difference between a child and an adult. She only understands who she who she can and can’t boss around. And those people that she can’t place under her thumb are labeled antagonists by the show.

Nor does she actually care about what either kid Lance or kid Cass has to say. She’s just being proformative, and young Cass can see through that BS, which why her methods do not work. It’s not because she’s not ‘strict’ enough; it’s because she’s not being honest.

Meanwhile Child Cassandra is just as combative, rude, bullying, and entitled as Adult Cassandra. In season three she regresses even further and becomes more violent than before.

Unlike Rapunzel, Cassandra wasn’t trapped in a tower for 18 years with zero human contact outside of her abuser. She escaped that fate and was raised in a loving home. That doesn’t mean that there won't be scars, but I still expect her to be more mature than her seven year old self. Just because she’s whining about not being special enough at 24 instead of screaming about the floor being lava doesn’t mean that she’s still not throwing a temper tantrum.

Like I should not be seeing a replay/foreshadowing of their main conflict here. They aren’t children. They’re dynamic isn’t that of a mother and child. It’s not even a big sister looking out for a little sister type relationship. Its two immature women dragging innocent victims into their bitchy cat fight for dominance over the other.

If you want me to take their issues seriously then give them real stakes to disagree over, mature behavior that I can root for, and a resolvement that doesn’t reverse any potential development that they could have had.

Matthews Plan Makes Zero Sense

For starters, half the group being kids isn’t enough of a reason for Rapunzel to stay at the shell house. Even if the effects of the time top became permanent, then Raps and Eugene could just leave and take the kids with them. Either to finish the road trip, or go straight back to Corona. Not that there’s any real reason to get the Dark Kingdom anyways, nor is there a ticking clock stopping Raps from trying again later if she chose to.

Rapunzel also is not obligated to become anyone’s mother. If she took them back to Corona than Cap would undoubtedly raise Cassandra all over again, and Lance and Shorty could be adopted by someone else. Any of the pub thugs might take them or even perhaps the King and Queen since they missed out on raising their actual daughter. Though for my money I’d get Monty or Xavier to take them in. They seem the most mature and both are shown to be good with kids.

Then again Rapunzel has been shown twice now to not give a damn about abandoning orphans, so even the ‘dump them at an orphanage’ or ‘leave them alone in the woods to fend for themselves’ isn’t entirely off the table either. I wish I was joking, but I’m not. Sadly, only Eugene’s love for Lance might be the one thing to stop her from doing just so, and even that’s iffy.

As for the missing door from earlier, if that was all that was stopping them from leaving then the time top shenanigans were fully unnecessary altogether.

I Actually Like Eugene and Rapunzel’s Conflict Here; I Just Wish It Was In a Better Episode.

Each of their viewpoints stem from their upbringing.

Rapunzel is unique in that she was simultaneously emotionally abused and neglected while being physically spoiled. Especially once she found out that she was princess, where she was then handed nearly anything and everything she wanted. She doesn’t recognize that getting your every possible whim come true can be damaging. Nor does she have any comprehension of what living in poverty is like and how this many toys is wasteful to someone like Eugene who had so very little and stole to survive.

She does however associate limits, boundaries, and orders with abusive behavior because she’s been denied autonomy and respect her whole life. She’s never seen what healthy parenting looks like and how rules can be applied correctly.

To Rapunzel no orders is ‘freeing’ and ‘validation’ is all that is needed to get a child to listen to you. Which doesn’t work for her because she doesn’t understand that real communication is more than just giving a compliment now and then.

Meanwhile Eugene lacked any sort of anchor at all. He was left to his own devices at a young age and had no one to rely on for emotional needs and, after leaving the orphanage, no one to provide physical needs either.

It’s telling that he and Lance latched onto Quaid as the only authority figure in their life, despite Quaid never out right adopting them. He was the only sense of stability that they had who they could trust wouldn’t hurt them, despite being strict with them.

And now that Eugene has gotten older and is reformed, he can probably understand why Quaid was so harsh on him and Lance. Quaid probably did more to try and help them turn from a life crime than even Rapunzel did. Like meeting Rapunzel was the inciting incident that inspired Eugene to make that leap, but the groundwork was already laid out for him to do so elsewhere. Things like his good communication skills, respect and empathy of others, and understanding of boundaries had to be learned from somewhere, and if not from the Sheriff of Vardaros than who?

What I’m getting at is that, while Rapunzel rejects her parents methods but then fails to break her learned habits from them anyways, Eugene is the reverse. He’s come to embrace his mentor’s teachings, but he fails to implement them correctly because he’s not Quaid. Being authoritative isn’t his strong suit. It goes against his usual nature as the easy going person that he is and so any attempts to come across as forceful fail as they’re hollow.

Kids know authenticity and genuineness when they see it. The children reject Rapunzel because she’s not being real with them, yet they also reject Eugene cause he’s not being honest with himself.

It’s a complex and mature conflict. Neither person is fully right nor wrong, and only by learning from each other and adopting both methods can they achieve their goal.

TTS can be deep when it wants to be. There’s a good foundation here for mature themes and complex characterization. It’s just the series doesn’t ever commit to it.

Whatever personal drama going on here about two young adults trying to cope with their past traumas and how that affects their current life and future goals is completely lost in the magical goofy antics and low stakes situation. Even the stuff about Eugene and his relationship with Quaid is reduced to nothing but a one off joke rather than being genuinely explored as a point of development.

Imagine how much more powerful things would have been if Angry and Red were brought along on the trip. If this argument was over them and whether or not they should adopt the two girls themselves or consider other options. That would be something with real weight. Something with a choice that had actual consequences attached to it. Something that would permanently affect all involved parties. Something that wouldn’t make the two leads look like outright dicks for abandoning two children for a second damn time in a row.

You Have 70 Feet of Magical, Indestructible Hair! Why Are You Afraid of a Bunch of Dogs!?

You’ve fought off giant monsters, killer robots, and supernatural beings with magical powers. What do you mean you can’t hold off a pack of guard dogs while busting down a stuck door? Why is Eugene the shield for everyone and not the actual unbreakable hair that you use as a shield all the damn time? And Why did we have to rely on Shorty again to be the deus ex machina of the episode?

At this point the writers should have just made him Demantius instead of the monkey.

What Happened To This New Dream? Where Did It Go In Season Three?

Most fans who do enjoy season two happen to be big New Dream fans as this is by far and away the best season for them. I’ll admit that the series, up to this point, had me actively liking them together, despite being originally lukewarm to the pairing in the movie.

Their conflicts were for the the most part mature and real. They learned from one another equally and had open communication when it didn't involve ‘marriage is a trap’ BS. Things, like compromising on differentiating future goals, honesty and communication, and making time for one another and extending effort into a relationship while being true to yourself are all relatable issues.

Even today's episode featured the topic of having kids and parenting. Which is a discussion you absolutely need to have with your prospective spouse before entering into any long term commitments and signing any legal contracts. For real, I’ve seen marriages fall apart because they didn’t agree on whether or not they wanted children.

I don’t know what went down between writing season two and season three, but things quickly took a sharp turn away from this dynamic and nosedived into a pit of uncomfortable bullying and gross sexist implications here after.

Matthews Plan Goes Against Zhan Tiri’s Plan

Yeah so Matthews is one of Zhan Tiri’s disciples, but he apparently doesn’t know of her goals/plans, cause she needs Rapunzel and company to reach the moonstone, not stay stuck here.

The meta reason for this that the Zhan Tiri’s story was altered at the last minute and the writers failed to make sure there was any sort of consistency between what they already set up and where they actually wound to actually taking the plot.

The in universe reason is that Zhan Tiri is an impotent moron, but that’s not what the writers were going for so it’s a fail.

Conclusion

I like the New Dream stuff, and Matthews is at least entertaining despite being incompetent. Everything else about the episode is ‘meh’ tho.

#tangled #rapunzel's tangled adventure #tangled the series #anti-tangled #anti-rapunzel #anti-cassandra #eugene

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bestworstcase · 5 years ago

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more than once you've said "the tts fandom can't write x character, or can't write y character," but have you considered that maybe they can write them fine, you've just built up your desired interpretations of these characters? you give off this condescending attitude, like ONLY YOU can write tts characters accurately, ONLY YOU understand them, & any interpretations that don't in some way align with what you think are WRONG. this has become more apparent as you've worked through bitter snow

let’s discuss king frederic, and how he is often characterized in fanworks vs how he is characterized in the show.

now... i think we can all agree that frederic is at best a mediocre father and a not especially good king, that in his worst moments he steps over the line into emotional abuse vis a vis his treatment of rapunzel, and that the avoidant head-in-the-sand approach he takes to the black rock problem in s1 causes widespread pain, unnecessary panic, and does not improve the situation whatsoever.

he is widely disliked in the fandom for very good reason

however! it is difficult, though hardly impossible, to find fic where frederic acts or speaks... like frederic, for one very simple reason: the fandom, by and large, as a group, writes frederic as an angry, abusive man who blows up when he is confronted with the many, many things he does wrong. often this takes the form of a character, or characters, getting up in front of him and rattling off his list of crimes, real or perceived, followed by him basically throwing a tantrum.

canon frederic, to put it bluntly, does not do that.

exhibit a: caine’s confrontation of frederic in before ever after.

caine sets up exactly the scenario that in the average tts fanfic would end with frederic yelling / blustering / furiously denying the accusations, plus she does it while rounding up all his guests and putting them in cage to haul them off and, presumably, kill them somewhere. like. the stakes are life or death and this is an extremely stressful situation for everyone involved.

and this is how that conversation goes down:

FRED: Release my guests immediately!

CAINE: What’s the matter, Fred? Am I ruining your perfect day?

RAPUNZEL: ...The Duchess?

CAINE: Oh, honey. I am no Duchess.

RAPUNZEL: I don’t understand.

CAINE: Of course you wouldn’t, Rapunzel, but try to follow along. This is all your fault.

RAPUNZEL: What?!

CAINE: You see, after your untimely... disappearance, your father locked up every criminal in the kingdom... including a simple petty thief. My father. I saw him thrown into a cage and hauled off like some animal, never to be seen again. So... I thought I’d come back, and return the favor.

[the wagon rolls in]

CAINE: Load ‘em up, boys! Your turn, Your Majesty.

[Frederic moves to shield Rapunzel; Caine snickers.]

CAINE: Oh, come on, you didn’t think we’d leave our prized pig in the pen, did you?

RAPUNZEL: [as Caine’s gang drags Frederic toward the wagon] Dad—

FREDERIC: Rapunzel, stay back.

RAPUNZEL: But—

FREDERIC: No. There’s nothing you can do. As your father and your king, I command you to stay put.

there are two key points that i want to make here, because they diverge significantly from the way frederic is characterized in analogous scenarios in fanfics, like, 90% of the time.

1) fred doesn’t get angry. he doesn’t bluster or yell. he orders caine to release his guests, and when she refuses, he gets quiet. he does not interrupt caine’s rant, he does not even try to deny her accusations, and he doesn’t stomp around escalating the situation even while caine is prancing around waving a sword in his daughter’s face or literally poking him in the chest.

he stays calm.

2) fred’s primary, overriding concern is for rapunzel’s safety, and the safety of his guests. not his own. he does not struggle when caine’s men lead him away. he protests on behalf of his guests, but not himself, and he attempts to physically shield rapunzel from harm before he is dragged away. he doesn’t waste his breath trying to argue with caine, but he does tell rapunzel firmly not to put herself in danger trying to rescue him.

now... there are plenty of ways to interpret why frederic behaves this way, and my personal take is certainly not the only possible one. but the behavior itself, the staying calm in the face of a crisis, while someone is in his face threatening him, his family, and his guests and making pretty charged accusation, is a) objectively playing out on the screen and b) directly at odds with the way frederic most often acts in fanfics.

exhibit b: mood-swapped frederic blows up just like fanon frederic constantly does

and this is the only time we ever see frederic lose his temper like this in the entire series. again, this is not a matter of interpretation: this is just plainly what happens on the screen. when he is in his right mind, frederic is not a “scream accusations, whip out a sword, and impulsively declare war or attack someone because he’s mad” sort of person, and to say that he is really like that, deep down, is just as silly as trying to argue that cass really is a peppy, soft-hearted, affectionate pushover, or that eugene really is too riddled-with self-doubt and anxiety to make any decisions, or that rapunzel really is a grouchy, moody, misanthropic person. the mood potion makes everyone act like fundamentally different versions of themselves; their behavior is, literally, out of character for their normal, not high-off-their-asses-on-a-magical-potion selves.

exhibit c: the angry mob in secrets of the sundrop

like with caine, this confrontation kicks off with a premise that should be pretty familiar to anyone who reads any fic featuring frederic at all, ie everybody is pissed at frederic and there is literally an enraged mob screaming for justice in the throne room. and that goes like this:

[everybody shouting in angry panic]

FREDERIC: People... [raising his voice to be heard] Citizens, please! Listen to me!

[Max rears and whinnies to get everyone’s attention, and the shouting dwindles away.]

FREDERIC: I will not lie to you any longer. Corona is in grave danger. The queen has been taken; over half our royal guard lie wounded; and these black rocks draw ever closer.

[the shouting begins to pick up again]

EUGENE: Uh, sir, hi, yeah—if there’s a ‘but’ in this speech, you probably want to cut to it right now.

FREDERIC: But I look at you, and I don’t just see subjects. I see friends, family; strong, brave individuals who have stood by each other, side-by-side, and have never, ever backed down from a fight! Today, we face a danger like none before. As your king, your friend, and as your brother, I ask you to fight one more time. For Corona!

again, key points:

1) frederic does not deny, bluster, shout down, or otherwise attempt to refute the basic point that he bungled the black rock situation. he did bungle it, and he knows that [this scene is preceded by him spelling out the full extent of his failures to rapunzel and openly admitting guilt]. through his behavior, he demonstrates that he accepts culpability for the situation and implicitly accepts the legitimacy of the crowd’s anger.

2) he raises his voice only so he can be heard above the shouting, and as soon as folks quiet down, he drops to a reasonable volume again. his mood is grim, but he isn’t angry. he projects calm.

3) eugene is nervous about frederic losing control of the crowd and accidentally causing a riot or something; frederic is not.

4) instead of denying the crowd’s anger, frederic tries to reframe the problem for them: yes, things are bad, but they are strong and brave and we can all work together to put things right. he doesn’t shout them down; he seeks to inspire them.

and 5) when frederic says “we face a danger,” he means that. the very next thing he does after giving this speech is go straight to the frontlines to fight in the same battle he’s asking everyone else to join in. he's not asking them to do anything he isn’t willing to do himself.

which... i would argue even more than the caine confrontation in BEA, is diametrically opposed to the way the typical fanon frederic would respond to an angry mob situation, because the typical fanon frederic is a very angry, aggressive man, and that... simply isn’t who frederic is. he’s calm, he’s knows how to work a crowd, he knows how to use his authority to achieve his goals without browbeating or threatening.

even when he does get angry—such as his instinctive reaction to arianna’s kidnapping, when he jumps first to “we will invade old corona”—he doesn’t yell or stomp around or throw tantrum. he gets stiff and rather cold and makes an impulsive judgment call... but then he takes some time to brood by himself, calms down, talks things out with rapunzel, admits his failures, and doesn’t follow through with the impulsive order he made in the heat of the moment.

like... flat out, he is not an angry man.

and it’s frustrating, when i go to read fanfic and frederic is overwhelmingly characterized as this hapless angry shouty abusive person, because it is breathtakingly far removed from how he acts in canon, and i like frederic as a character. i find him very interesting, and it’s not fun to read fics where everything that makes him interesting is taken away and replaced with this sort of one-note Shouty Angry King/Bad Dad Whom Everyone Hates. and that applies, unfortunately, to a very large number of the types of fics i like to read (namely, long canon exploratory or canon divergent fics, etc)

anyway,

i am perfectly happy to read interpretations of the tts characters that do not mesh well, or are even wholly incompatible with, my own.

but i do expect, as a minimum, characters to behave more or less the way they behave in canon unless there is a clear reason for them to be different. i expect varian to be nerdy and chaotic and a bit of a disaster, for example. i expect adira to be aloof, blunt, and perhaps a touch arrogant. i expect cassandra to be ambitious and frustrated and prone to self-sabotage and envy. i expect lance to be laid back and eugene to be a bit vain. i expect the captain to be gruff and very tight-laced. and i expect frederic to act like a politician who is in control of his feelings but sort of cowardly at heart, because that’s how frederic acts in the show.

i hold myself to these standards too. a ton of my editing process is “hm does this character really talk like this? is this how they would react to this situation?” and then going through and rewatching scenes or whole episodes and trying to find roughly analogous emotional beats or situations to sort of gauge whether i’m hitting the mark or not; it’s very difficult and i work hard on it and do not always succeed... and this does make me a bit picky about characterization in fics i’m reading, yeah, because it’s... always at the forefront of my mind. and then yes i post about it here, because this is the hyperfixation landfill where i dump my tts-adjacent thoughts.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

of course, you’re welcome to unfollow me if you do not enjoy reading what i post. it’s important to curate an online experience that you enjoy! if my general demeanor irritates you, you don’t need to inflict yourself with it.

#thank u for your input anon <3 #Anonymous

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positivlyfocused · 5 years ago

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Sometimes I Gotta Seethe In Rage

Three weeks ago I wrote how every negative situation is positive. Well this week brought such a crazy-ass example of that, I shared it with all my clients. Now I want to share it with you.

This story is hilarious. I almost wrote "unflattering", but you'll see at the end that this story flatters me in the sense that I saw how this infuriating situation was also a massive blessing.

Summer's sun, blue skies and Oregon's hot breezy air called me out again last weekend. I love working outside along the Willamette River shores. I enjoy Ospreys above and salmon jumping skyward likely avoiding sea lions and their chisel like teeth.

I decided I wanted more of that, so I packed my bike. I packed light, my portable chair, my iPad and nothing more. I planned to finish reading Ross Douthat's The Decadent Society, its insightful take on current reality had my attention for weeks now. I anticipated exploring Douthat's take while enjoying the Oregon summer.

^^The usual spot I work from on summer Oregon days...by the Willamette's beautiful shores...

That's not what happened though

Oregon's governor recently eased lockdown mandates. With her decree, all of Oregon made similar plans. I expected a few people riverside, but wasn't prepared for crowds that showed up.

A forty minute bike ride turned into an hour while I tried finding suitable, solitary rest stop. I finally decided on a rocky shore devoid of human for lack of any sand. But I had my chair. I didn't need sand.

I parked my bike, set up my chair then settled into Douthat's narrative. Thirty minutes later, a couple with two dogs showed up. The young, tattooed Portlanders led their dogs to the water's edge, unleashed them and threw tennis balls into the river. The larger of the two dogs, a pit-bull, leapt into the water while its smaller puppy companion barked in envy. Then the puppy eased into the water, found it agreeable and went for a swim. I smiled then turned back to Douthat.

Minutes later, the puppy was licking at my bare legs. I'm not a dog person, but I can appreciate a cute pooch. On this day though, I just wanted to read in quiet on a beautiful day. It annoyed me that this dog suddenly was licking my leg. But what annoyed me more was the fact that its owner hadn't done his legal duty of keeping his dog under control.

I lifted my legs away from the pooch, clearly annoyed, which the owner saw. He came bounding to my rescue, scooped up his dog with an apology and returned to his spot. There, he put it on a leash. His partner too re-leashed the Pit-bull.

All that was nice. But it was too late.

I got hooked in frustration-momentum

Momentum is a powerful thing. Especially negative momentum born of oft-told stories. I've harbored negative stories about dog owners who don't keep their dogs leashed and therefore under control as leash laws mandate. So much so it's one of my "pet peeves" (oh god! no pun intended!).

Recently when I read about a "Karen" from Central Park Manhattan who made a racist false police report against a fellow New Yorker who politely asked her to leash her dog in an area where a leash law was in force. The fellow New Yorker, a board member of the New York City Audubon Society who happens to be African American, recorded the whole incident. The recording went viral and popular outrage caused the woman to lose her job and her dog. Reportedly, New York is considering banning her permanently from Central Park and the District Attorney is considering pressing charges against her for making a false police report.

This story came to mind as that puppy slimed me. When its owner grabbed it and apologized, I mused whether he also thought about that Central Park incident.

The problem was, I didn't shake the association, which would have been in my best interest. Comparing my experience to what happened to the Audubon Board Member wasn't really fair. But old stories about my pet peeve combined with that viral Central Park experience in my head creating momentum that swept me up.

For the next half hour I couldn't focus on my reading. My mind swirled around the association, my indignation, my annoyance and frustration....

^^I don't hate dogs. Dogs love me as much as I love them...sometimes...🤣

What happened next was no surprise

The couple decided to pack up and leave, having I suppose, had enough time at the water's edge. As they walked to the bike path, I heard the woman say to someone I couldn't see "Sir, would you mind leashing your dog?"

The irony didn't escape me. "Cosmic Justice" I thought. Little did I know said justice was just getting started...

I couldn't hear the what the person she addressed said, but I heard what she was saying. I also got the annoyance in her tone:

"Why aren't you willing to put your dog on a leash sir?" She asked. I turned, hoping to see who she addressed. I couldn't see that person. She continued.

"My dog isn't friendly," she said. The person said something I didn't hear.

"How many years have you been around my dog sir?" She replied. "I'm telling you my dog is not friendly."

Apparently whoever she addressed had done nothing, so she reached down, picked up what looked like a 40 pound pit-bull and scrambled over rocks the rest of the way to the bike path with her male companion in tow.

I was thinking about karmic kickback, wondering how the couple felt now since they themselves hadn't controlled their (little) dog. Which is why I hadn't noticed that not seconds later another dog was sniffing at my leg!

It's my turn...

I turned in surprise, saw the Husky, then darted around looking for the owner. Presumably this was the same person the young woman spoke with earlier. Finally I saw him sitting in a chair he set up behind me on the bike path's edge.

My indignance increased. "Really?" I thought. "Twice in a row?" What did I expect? I create my reality. Here was the Universe serving me a big pile of pet peeve....a second helping if you will, this time via a Husky and yet another irresponsible owner.

But wait...it gets worse. Or rather, I got worse.

I should have known trying to get the owner to do anything about his scofflaw dog would be futile. After all I saw that play out just seconds ago. Never the less:

"Sir, would you please come get your dog!" I said with force ten annoyance.

The owner looked down at me, at his dog and said "he's alright."

"I'm not!" I said.

The owner said nothing.

At that, I'd had it!

Now I was fully in rage. That's right, I was so angry, I was shaking. I wanted to strangle that damn dog and murder the owner. But I also knew it wasn't the dog's fault. So I directed all my rage (in my mind) at the owner. I wanted to first strangle him, then murder him!

I should mention I had the presence of mind at this moment to see the ironic humor here. A part of me knew what I was doing was ridiculous. It's just a dog. But the principle folks, and the momentum of my pet peeve had me firm in its grip.

Clearly this guy wasn't going to do anything about his dog. There was no way I could recover my state of calm at this point, not to mention focusing on Douthat's prose. I decided then to gather my things and head home in a huff, which took all but a couple minutes.

But I couldn't let it end that way. Noooo.

As I pushed my bike up to the bike trail, I made my "offender" clearly: white male in his 40s, beer in hand, listening to a transistor radio, minding his own business and cool as a 🥒. Perfect contrast to my seething rage, which at this point, boiled over and out my mouth:

"YOU'RE EXACTLY THE KIND OF PERSON WHO GIVES DOG OWNERS A BAD NAME!" I yelled in his general direction. I hopped on my bike and peeled away on the momentum of my righteous indignation. 😂🤣😊

That wasn't the end of it.

A half-mile into my return trip, it struck me. What happened here? Why am I letting this situation shape how I feel? How I feel is more important than how I'm treated. In fact, I know by choosing how I interpret what happens in my life, I can create reality. Here I was doing what a noob at all this "you create your reality" business would do...

At this point, I should stop and say I know sometimes I'm going to get pissed. It's just part of what happens when an eternal being comes into physical reality.

Thinking an enlightened person doesn't get mad sometimes indicates misunderstanding about how physical reality works. Physical reality intentionally offers variety: things I want and things I don't want. After all, how am I to know what I want if I don't know what I don't want?

How am I to know what thoughts feel better than others, if I don't have a negative experience every now and then?

That's what I thought one half mile into my return ride. And that's when I decided I had the power here. I had choice.

So instead of continuing to seethe, I decided to put my attention on something else. Something more pleasing. So I noticed the blue sky. I noticed the green trees. I noticed how much I like riding my bike, how good the sun felt on my bare legs and arms, how good it feels on a Oregon summer day. In seconds I felt better. My feelings reminded me how wonderful it is working from Oregon's riversides:

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That's when something amazing happened

The more I thought these thoughts, the better I felt. Then...

Ever had an experience where something happens, you react in a less than ideal way, then, later, you get a thought, an idea, an alternative way you could have responded that might have been more effective?

Well that's what happened. In my increasing happiness I received an alternative scenario that played out in my mind. Rather than throwing a tantrum at the guy, I saw my self calmly rise, gather my things and my chair, walk up to the guy and set up my chair right next to him. So close our chairs touched side by side. Then I sat down, looked at him and began politely talking his ear off.

That's when I burst out laughing, a belly laugh so strong it obliterated my anger. I let this alternative reality play through my mind, adding humorous bits here and there – I saw him looking at me surprised, then trying to ignore me, then suddenly packing up his things and stomping off, dog in tow off leash. I imagined him and I actually having a friendly conversation, chatting away like best friends. I imagined him and I sitting there, me chatting away and he trying to ignore my chatting tsunami in quiet annoyance...

And you know what happened next? The entire situation changed for me. No longer did I see him as the idiot epitome of bad dog ownership. Instead he became a shining example of what I could be.

Consider this:

This guy was doing his own thing, oblivious to what others thought and said about him

This guy was in his own reality, enjoying his life with his dog. So was the dog!

This guy had presence of mind, a centeredness so powerful, he appeared unphased by not only one, but two verbal aggressors trying to knock him off his rocker

As much as I want to vilify him, he demonstrated to me vibrational mastery. And at that point he went from villain to teacher.

I want to be like that. I want to be calm in the face of storms.

And, in fact I am, nearly all the time.

Which is another thing he taught me: that I am that nearly all the time. When I'm not, there's always something great in the experience I learn about myself and about my Positively Focused practice.

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jetsandbennie · 6 years ago

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real wood.

summary: based off real wood by todd. you’re babysitting for joe and he’s late coming back.

warnings: smut (18+), male receiving oral, daddy kink

pairing: joe mazzello x black reader

Joe was supposed to be back at 9.

You put Joey and Lily to bed at 8. You are fairly impressed with yourself for getting the kids to bed so early - and they’re young, 6 and 4 respectively, and they were out within minutes. You shut their doors and turn on their nightlights, because Joe told you that they can’t sleep without them on. You retreat to the living room, collapsing onto the couch and flicking through the channels on the television and settling for some basketball game. And you don’t really enjoy sports, truthfully, but it’s good background noise as you swipe through your Instagram.

At 9:10 you aren’t that bothered by his lateness. Whatever - it isn’t as if lying on the couch for hours was something unusual for you and your plans for the rest of the night began at 10 so you had time, anyway. You got up and went to the bathroom, and then got a glass of orange juice to take back to the living room. Joe made it a point to tell you that anything in the kitchen was free for you to use, though that was the extent of your conversation with him before he left. He was in a bit of a rush, you thought, but he told you that Joey and Lily should be put to bed no later than 9, and then he kissed the two of them goodbye and left.

You only feel better about yourself for getting them to bed that early. But the three of you had played outside for a while, drawing with chalk on the driveway and then playing tag in the backyard, and they were both exhausted. They’re two of the sweetest kids you’ve babysat for, really. They didn’t throw a tantrum when you said they couldn’t have ice cream and when Joey dumped his water bottle over Lily’s chalk drawing she didn’t even tear up - just laughed and drew over his artwork and then asked you to write her name on the driveway.

When 9:30 rolls around you start to get nervous. Your friend texts you and asks where you are and you tell her that the guy you’re babysitting for isn’t back yet, and then you pad your way into the kitchen. Joe left his phone number on the counter and you send him a text, asking if everything is alright. You don’t want to sound hostile, really. But it is slightly bothersome considering you do have plans, and all you’re doing now is watching two shitty basketball teams. You drink your orange juice and refill your glass, and then you get a FaceTime notification from your best friend, and she’s ranting to you about how rude it is for this guy to tell you 9 and then be nearly a half hour late. You agree, of course. But surely Joe will have an explanation.

Like he got caught in traffic.

Or something.

At 10 you’re more than a bit mad, because your plans are ruined and your friends are going to be mad. You’re supposed to be at home, deciding whether to straighten your hair or leave it curly, swiping on your favourite lipstick, blasting your favourite song. And instead you’re - curled up on Joe’s couch, finished with your third glass of orange juice, and he won’t answer your fucking texts.

And with the kids asleep you have absolutely nothing to do. You aren’t hungry or you’d go and look for snacks in the kitchen, and your friends are posting videos of each other on their Instagram stories, so it only makes you sad to look at. You spend nearly ten minutes looking through channels again and land on the beginning of Pretty Woman, and you suppose if you have to stay at a near stranger’s house for an hour longer than you were meant to, watching a cinematic masterpiece is the ideal way to spend it.

15 minutes later you hear the doorknob wiggling, and you push yourself so you’re sitting up, hearing the door open and shut and then footsteps make their way down the hall. You raise your eyebrows at Joe once he finally makes his way into the living room, gazing down at you with a slightly guilty glint in his eyes, and the anger you’d been feeling slowly begins to chip away.

“Hey.” Joe brings a hand up to his hair, running his fingers through his locks. You watch him with slightly wide eyes, taking in his entire appearance - his dark jeans and sweater, the bags beneath his eyes, his pale face. Well, he looks a bit worse for wear. But you don’t suppose you can judge - he’s a father and an actor and you’re sure that takes quite the toll on a person. “I’m sorry. I know I was due a couple of hours ago -”

“It’s fine,” you say, even though you were angry about it fifteen minutes ago, because you don’t want him to think you were mad.

“Things just kind of got away from me. It wasn’t that I wasn’t checking the time - it was that I didn’t have any time to even talk to you.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Joe makes his way back into the kitchen and you stand up, following him, feet bare against the carpet. You were always taught never to wear shoes inside someone else’s house but clearly Joe doesn’t care, considering his sneakers on his feet. You lean back against the counter as he pulls out his wallet, flipping through stacks of bills, and you look away instinctively. Something about the watching someone get money to pay you makes you uncomfortable though, admittedly, it shouldn’t. There’s no point of you doing this if it isn’t for the money. And college doesn’t give you a lot of opportunity to work during the week.

He grabs a few bills and then shoves his wallet back into his jean pocket and holds them out for you. It’s more than you’d expected, or ever got from anyone - eyeballing it you would say about $300, and for the easiest babysitting gig you’ve done it seems like so fucking much. God, Joey and Lily are the sweetest kids you’ve met. $300 is just -

“Joe, I can’t accept all of this,” you tell him, reaching out to take the money anyway. “Come on.”

Joe shakes his head slightly, pushing the money towards you. “No, no. You’ve earned the extra, believe me. I know what handfuls they can be.”

“Oh, not at all.” you shove the money into your pocket anyway. You’ve never been one to turn down cash, and you certainly need it. “Really, they were great. We played outside and they were in bed by 8. Easy-peasy.”

He raises his eyebrows. “You got them to bed that early? Jesus, think you’re better with them than I am.” There’s a small pause, a break in the conversation. “Well, I did see the chalk outside. Really think it livens up the look of the house. And I know they love chalk.”

You smile, bracing your palms on the edge of the counter, looking down at your toes. “Yeah, they do. We played tag and did chalk and came inside to eat. And then they were out.”

“I don’t think I’ve been quite so impressed with a babysitter before,” Joe tells you, and your cheeks heat up slightly. It’s a silly compliment but it makes you happy to hear anyway. “Well, you’re guaranteed another gig if you’d like it. Of course if the time kind of - spills over like that again you will get the extra cash. Each and every time. And I’m sorry that I kind of destroyed your night there.”

“I’d love to watch them again. They’re absolute angels.”

Joe leans back against the counter next to you, smiling slightly. “I think it’s kind of good for them to have a female presence in their life, you know? It’s important.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “What about their mom?” After a few seconds you pause and then shake your head. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. Sorry.” Your mother used to tell you that you were too nosy for your own good but you never really understood what she meant until now. Really, it was the exact opposite of your place to be asking him questions about the mother of his children. Surely there were issues there if he ended up as a single dad to two children, and while you’d love to get the scoop on it -

“No, it’s fine,” Joe tells you, and you look over at him, your eyes meeting briefly. You’re relieved he isn’t making you feel embarrassed about the rather invasive question because you’re certain you’d melt into a puddle if he got angry with you about it. “She just doesn’t really care.” You nod slowly, mind whirring with interpretations of what he means. Then Joe adds, “You care, though. That’s good. Attractive.”

“Attractive?”

He laughs a bit. “Attractive is the wrong word. Didn’t have too many words to pick from there. God, I need a drink.”

With that he pushes himself off the counter, heading over to one of the cabinets, and when he opens it you can see the assortment of alcohol bottles inside. Well. If you’d known about that perhaps you wouldn’t have opted for the orange juice. You watch as he pulls out a bottle and then grabs a glass, pouring a bit of the liquid into it, and you can’t help the question that falls off your lips. “Can I have one?”

You fucking idiot.

“Are you even old enough to drink?”

Your cheeks heat up even more, and you drum your nails against the marble countertop. No, technically, you’re not old enough to drink in the eyes of the law - in a few months you will be - but you think you deserve a drink. For the emotional distress his lateness caused you. “Are you telling me you seriously waited until you were 21 to have your first drink?”

Joe hums slightly. “Touche, I guess. Just don’t tell anyone I’m letting you drink. But it’s been a long night - I suppose I could use some company.” And with that he reaches into the cabinet of glasses and pulls out another, pouring more wine into it, and your eyes widen slightly. You’d never, truthfully, had a glass of wine before. Mainly just drank it out of red solo cups or straight from the bottle, and perhaps Joe saw your shock, because he laughs and pushes the glass towards you. “This is typically how we non-savages distribute alcohol, you know. In glasses. One for you and one for me, come on.”

So you reach out and take your glass, and then make your way to the kitchen table. You slide into a seat and Joe sits next to you, taking a sip of his wine, and you take one as well. It certainly isn’t good - though it’s one of the better tasting alcohols you’ve had, admittedly. And this is pretty much what you’d be doing with your friends right now, minus the hot single dad drinking with you, so you take another sip and then set your glass down on the table.

“Hey, hey.” Joe reaches towards the center of the table where there’s a stack of a coasters, and you lift your glass up, eyebrows raised, so he can place one down in front of you. You rest your glass down on top of the coaster, a smirk on your lips. “Keep it on the coaster. The table is real wood, you know?”

You pick your fucking glass up again and take another longer sip, holding the wine in your mouth for a few seconds before swallowing it down. They’re not kidding when they call alcohol liquid courage because it’s coursing through your veins, making you a thousand times more confident than you usually are, and you push your glass and your coaster away from you and scoot your chair closer to Joe’s. In any other circumstance, if it wasn’t 10:30 at night and you weren’t drinking with an absolute DILF you would never have the guts to do it but you reach your hand in, placing it on Joe’s thigh and then moving it upward until your palm is pressed against his cock. “Is this real wood?”

He inhales sharply, wrapping his fingers around your wrist, and you look up at him with a slightly guilty grin. “Oh. Well - I guess. I guess it is.” Joe swallows as you rub your hand against his dick, leaning his head back with a heavy breath. “Why are you - doing that?”

“Do you want me to stop?” you ask, voice soft and sweet and the opposite of what you’re doing to him. “Because I think you’re really handsome. And I like you a lot.”

When you look up at him again his eyes are squeezed shut, fingers running through his hair again, and you can’t help the smirk from working at your lips. You know what you’re doing to him, if the way his cock hardens beneath your hand says anything. And your panties are damp, now, though you reckon they have been since he first walked into the living room.

Joe’s fingers rub circles into your wrist and it does absolutely nothing to halt your movements. “You can’t be attracted to me. I mean, I’ve gotta be at least twice your age.”

“I’m 20.”

“Almost twice your age, then.”

You stick out your bottom lip and Joe brings his hand up to your hair, working through the ends of your thick curls. “I want to fuck you.” Your hands go for the zipper of his jeans and you slowly tug it down, listening to the teeth parting from each other, but before you can reach into his pants to tug his cock out his fingers tighten so your wrist is immobilized. “Please?”

He pulls your hair so you’re looking at him, and you can see the way his breathing picks up. His other hand is wrapped around his glass, and he brings it to his lips to take a sip before setting it back down on his coaster. “That’s very - flattering - but I’m not sure if that’s a great -”

Taking one deep breath you bring your head up to his, pressing your lips firmly against his. You throw one arm around his neck, getting up off of your chair, and he moans into your mouth. He tastes of the alcohol you’d been drinking and yet - it’s so much better than the dumb wine. He tastes like a medley of all of your favourite things and you don’t think you could stop, now, even if you wanted to.

Joe doesn’t seem like he wants to, anyway, if the way he grips your hip to pull you closer to him is any indication of how he feels.

“You seem like you like this,” you murmur as you pull your mouth away from Joe’s.

“I admit it’s been far too long.” Joe presses his forehead against your stomach, bracing his hands on your back, and when he speaks his breath is hot even through your shirt. “We have to be quiet. They’re just upstairs.”

Well, you already knew that. The last thing you want is for Joey or Lily to disrupt you and Joe during your activities, because you’re fairly certain you wouldn’t be able to look them in the eyes if that ever happened. Joe pulls his head away from your stomach and then reaches up to grab your face, hands on your cheeks, and then he leans up to kiss you again. You drag your fingers along his scalp, squeezing his hair lightly, whimpering into his mouth. He swallows your noises with ease, and you can feel his smirk against your lips.

“Get on your knees,” Joe breathily demands, and you don’t hesitate before obeying. His legs spread so you can situate your body between them, leaning forward to press a kiss against his clothed cock, and his hips jerk ever so slightly. Quickly he regains his composure, taking another deep breath, and then he presses his finger against your chin to lift your head up to look at him. “You’re going to do everything I say, right?”

You nod. “Yes … daddy.”

Joe’s fingers tighten on your chin and he lets out a low moan. Your eyes widen at his reaction - you hadn’t pegged him for a daddy kink type of guy but he certainly seems to like it. Your hands reach into his pants until you can tug his cock out, and your mouth nearly waters just at the sight of it. He’s - he’s bigger than you’d expected, thicker than he is long but not lacking in either department, and you wrap your hand around the base. Surely you can fake confidence with this. Your thumb swipes against his slit, collecting the precum that had started to gather and then you begin muping your hand up and down his shaft, relishing in the noises he’s releasing.

“Real wood, isn’t it, baby?” His voice is lower, now, and you nod slowly. “Suck my cock. Come on, suck my cock like a good little girl.”

You look up at him, eyes boring into his, and then you lean forward, licking a stripe up the underside of his cock. Joe’s breathing falters, hand working its way into your hair, and when your tongue traces a thick vein on the side of his cock his nails dig into your scalp. To the degree of pain, almost, but it adds onto the experience.

The pads of his fingertips smooth your scalp when he forces his nails away from your skin. You press a soft kiss to the tip of his dick and then wrap your lips around him. You start with just his tip, flicking your tongue against him, and then you take more of him into your mouth until he’s poking the back of your throat, and you stay like that for a minute before pulling off of him.

“Doing so good.”

The comment only motivates you to keep going and you don’t want to stop. You want to force him over the fucking edge with just your mouth, give him the best orgasm of his life. Make it so he’ll never be able to fuck anyone without thinking of you. Your mouth, your cunt, your hands. He’ll be thinking of you for weeks, months, years, never letting the thought of you leave his mind. Forever thankful that he gave in to you, grateful that he decided to call you to babysit his kids.

You want to ruin him.

“Open your eyes - yeah, look at me.” You look up at him through watery eyes, forcing as much of him as you can down your throat, and Joe throws his head back with an exceptionally guttural cry. You reach your hand up to press it against his mouth, muffling his noises, because you never want this to end for any reason. If Joey or Lily comes downstairs … you’re sure you’d be miserable. “So fucking good,” Joe groans, like white noise against your hand, and his hips jerk up into your mouth. You gag around him and his hand in your hair pushes you further down onto him, and with anyone else perhaps you’d feel disrespected but this is all you want. You wouldn’t tell him to stop for anything.

Your hand strokes what you can’t fit into your mouth as you work your mouth up and down his cock, tongue swirling around his tip, and you can feel his breathing - hot and moist against your hand, and you’re so turned on you could scream. Your cheeks hollow out as you suck, feeling rather than hearing him groan out into your hand.

“Come up here.” Joe pulls your head up and you push yourself up so you’re standing, throwing your legs over his hips so you’re straddling his waist. HIs hands go to your hips as he leans forward, kissing you with vibrant intensity, and you whine into his mouth. You still have the taste of his cock in your mouth and it’s good, an array of tastes, and he’s really such a wonderful kisser. “You want to ride me?”

Yes!!!

“Please.” it’s a soft pleading, and you rock your jean covered core against his achingly hard cock. With every swipe of the denim against his dick his breathing picks up just a bit more, but then Joe reaches for your zipper, pulling your jeans down your thighs, and you shift in his lap so you can rip them off and litter them on the kitchen floor. Joe presses his thumb against your clit through your thin cotton panties - you wish, oh you wish, you’d chosen to worn something a bit sexier, but Joe doesn’t look as though he minds in the slightest. In fact, he looks at you like you’re his meal for the evening, and it makes you even more desperate for him. “Please, Joe, want to fuck you. But I don’t think I can be quiet.” He lets out a dry laugh. “No, it’s not gonna be quiet. That’s alright. They sleep like a log - two logs - they sleep - whatever. Need you on my fucking cock now.”

You reach for the hem of your shirt, tugging it up over your head before dropping it on top of your jeans. Joe brings his hands up to your back, working at the clasp of your bra until it’s off, and then he tosses it to the ground. You’re nearly completely nude and he’s still dressed, and it makes the situation oh so much more erotic. If that’s even possible. “God, look at this body,” Joe murmurs, and then he leans in to wrap his lips around your nipple.

Your breathing picks up as his hand goes to your other breast, kneading your soft skin until he’s adjusting his position to switch which tit he focuses on. You swear no one else has made you feel this good, and your hips are still grinding against his cock but you need him in you now.

Joe reaches for your panties, tugging them aside, and then he lines himself up at your entrance. Your eyes meet his, and you lean in to kiss him again as you slide down onto his cock. You moan - loudly, too loudly - and he rests his palms on the backs of your thighs, pushing you further down onto him.

“Holy shit,” you whine, rolling your hips once experimentally. “Oh, god, Joe - feels so good.”

“You’re so tight, baby,” Joe grunts into your ear, kneading your thighs. “God, so wet and tight for me.” There’s a short dialogue pause and you lift yourself off of him, palms braced on his shoulders before sliding back down with a whiny moan. “You should babysit more often.”

Yes, you absolutely should. You’d babysit full time for him if it means more of this.

Joe watches himself disappear inside of you with every one of your bounces, pressing his thumb firmer against your clit until you’re crying out. His sweater has quite literally become a sweater, and you slide your hands down it to feel his sweaty back. You’re sure you’re feeling similarly clammy, and your thick curls make the back of your neck feel even hotter. He leans in to kiss your neck, tongue swiping against your skin, and you sob out loudly.

“Keep it down, baby girl,” Joe tells you in a low voice, rubbing his thumb in hard circles against your clit. Your entirely too sensitive nub is throbbing for him, the pleasure overwhelming, like a hurricane blasting through your body. Your cunt clenches around his cock and Joe groans, the noise going right into your ear, and you slam your hips back down against his. “Can feel your clit throbbing for me. Does it feel good?”

You don’t reply. Hardly feel like you have the ability to - hardly feel like you have the ability to do anything except work at his cock.

Joe brings his hand from your clit to your throat, wrapping his digits around your neck, and when you make to moan again it’s strangled by the small amount of pressure. “I asked you a question, baby girl.” “Y - yes,” you whimper, hips stuttering to a slower pace. Your legs are brutally exhausted already, and you’re not sure how much else you can take. “God, feels so good. So - so good.”

His hand moves from your throat back down to your clit, dragging lazy circles against your skin. Your breathing is pathetically heavy and you drop your forehead against his shoulder, slick with sweat, rolling your hips slowly against his cock. With every grind your clit rubs against his fingers and it’s good, so good, and you’re sure this is going to be the best orgasm you’ve ever had because it’s never felt so fucking wonderful like this.

“Do you want to cum?” Joe asks lowly, and then his other hand goes up and lands harshly down on your ass. You yelp and he hisses at the noise. “Quiet, baby girl.” Another smack and then another, and you’re sure you’re going to be sore tomorrow but it’s entirely worth it.

“G-Gonna cum, Joe,” you cry, tossing your head back, pressing your chest out. Joe spanks you again, smirking at the confusion barely masked on your face.

“You don’t get to fucking cum without asking me.” It’s blunt and you squeeze your eyes shut, pussy clenching around his cock as he lands another slap down on your ass. “I don’t want to have to punish you.”

No, you don’t really want that either.

“Please, please, Joe, let me cum. I need to cum, Joe - please.” The pleads are like a chant off your lips. Joe moves his hand to your hips, helping you up and down on him, hips bucking up to meet yours.

Your moans mingle together in the otherwise silent kitchen - yours higher pitched, his lower and more guttural, and it’s the most attractive mixture of sounds you’ve heard. Joe presses his thumb against your clit, feeling the way your walls tremble around him, and then he says, “Wanna cum with you.”

You nod desperately. “Please let me c-cum!”

“Cum for me. Now.”

You don’t have to be told twice, slamming onto his cock, and you’re cumming catastrophically - legs trembling and eyes rolling back into your head. Your hands on his back keep you from toppling backwards because your body feels so weak it’s definitely a possibility, and you’re yelling out without sparing a single thought to the kids upstairs. You couldn’t hold back these noises if you tried, and even when Joe slaps his hand over your mouth it hardly muffles it.

When he flies over the edge it only prolongs your own orgasm - the feeling of his hot cum painting your walls, how he’s rocking your hips against his ever so slightly. His noises are lower and quieter than yours, though maybe he has more practice in silencing his noises.

You don’t. And even if you did you don’t think it would make a difference. He’s too fucking good.

Joe lands another smack down on your ass, and then he brings your head down to kiss you again. You’re finally still on top of him, your heart beating uncontrollably and sweat dripping down your back, but when he kisses you it feels like coming home. It feels perfect, almost. He wraps both of his arms around your back, holding you close to him.

“Just - stay here for a minute,” Joe tells you, and you nod. You wouldn’t even think of moving, anyway, and you’ve never been more overjoyed that someone was so late.

#joe mazzello smut #joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello imagines #borhap imagines #borhap smut #thanks to my nigga todd this fic was able to happen

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melnchly-a · 5 years ago

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@messianique said: 🔥 + I'm stuck in Arthuriana hell, so popular depictions of Guinevere??

first off? you and me BOTH, friend. second? gosh emily what have you DONE

in my opinion, guinevere is most interesting as someone who’s sort of stuck in the middle. not really a bad person, not really a good person. powerful, in a certain way, in her own right (able to inspire loyalty, love, devotion, etc) but not magical or truly fae or goddess-like. that being said, i feel like most depictions choose one of two routes - - they make her too bad or they make her too good.

most depictions are also, of course, either a.) written by men or b.) written so that she’s less a character in her own right than she is a plot device, meaning she does things that don’t....always make sense to me, and that i’ve therefore edited out of my own interpretation.

her high-key jealousy toward elaine, for example. her sending galahad on the grail quest as an attempt to get rid of him/kill him. none of these make any logical sense to me.

and then, of course, you have the things i’ve already touched on regarding her marriage to arthur and her affair with lancelot. she’s made out to be foolish/naive/callous, depending on which way you look at it, and she’s none of those things. she’s a good queen. she’s smart. she’s ambitious. she knows what she’s doing and she does it well. she was raised as a princess, this has always been the plan for her life, and she was taught well.

she’s also not? encouraging romances/falling into other people’s arms in the way i’ve seen some depictions? her relationships imo are with arthur and lancelot. she’s not easily tricked or seduced.

she loves deeply, she’s a good queen, she’s even a good wife with the exception of the lancelot affair. (and, like i’ve said before, that’s a huge exception but should be understandable in context.) she’s not out there making rash, selfish, stupid decisions. she’s not throwing temper tantrums. she’s also not angelic, gliding along above it. she cares about camelot and its people, she cares about arthur, she cares about lancelot, she cares about protecting all of that. but there’s a lot more going on that’s out of her control, including arthur’s ruling decisions, lancelot’s choices, the choices of all of the other key players in the story. and she IS highly flawed! she makes mistakes, she makes bad choices, she hurts people without meaning to. that doesn’t necessarily make her stupid/foolish/a bad person/someone who’s out to hurt other people/etc. it just makes her a real person.

most importantly, though, she isn’t the cause of the fall of camelot, and i DONT HAVE TIME FOR THE OPINION THAT SHE IS. that’s. ridiculous. to be honest. and i won’t stand for it.

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion (ACCEPTING!)

#guinevere: general

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veloxaraptor · 6 years ago

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I feel like people need to be reminded that RP is a game and a hobby. Something for us all to enjoy and not take over seriously.

It’s a collaborative experience. Things don’t happen in a vacuum and the actions of one character effect another.

Similarly, you can’t FORCE actions or conditions onto another person’s character without consent from them. It’s the fastest way to make people want nothing to do with you. Besides that, it’s just fucking RUDE.

This is a game. And as such, sometimes our characters lose. Especially when it comes to leaving things up to the dice. IT’S OKAY TO LOSE.

A character losing is not a reflection of the player themselves. It’s literally a random number generator pitted against another random number generator. Statistically speaking, someone is going to lose. That’s nothing you can help and again, ISNT A REFLECTION OF YOU AS A PERSON IRL.

If you really think that is the case, you should probably step back for a bit and assess what’s causing you to feel that way and make steps towards making it better. Because that is not healthy in any manner.

And here’s a hard truth: A character who ALWAYS wins, who ALWAYS triumphs, who ALWAYS gets his way? Is boring. Part of what makes RP so much fun and so compelling is having obstacles that our characters have to face and overcome. The way those struggles shape them, and how it changes their story.

If there’s nothing to shape and change them, then they become static. Unchanging. And that gets boring. Boring to write. Boring to interact with. Boring to read. Losing is a necessary part of progression.

And losing doesn’t have to be a BAD thing. It’s all a matter of how you view it and how you handle it. If, as a player, you’re only going to piss and moan, blame everyone else, and throw a tantrum about it... then yeah. Losing is going to have the worst connotation and ultimately, no one is going to want anything to do with you. You’re that kid on the team that throws the bat at the end of a baseball game because you missed the pitch and want to blame it on the umpire.

No one on that team is going to want to keep you around. Anyone who’s seen it on other teams is going to avoid you. Word’ll get out and you’ll suddenly find yourself without people to play with. It’s just how that works. No one likes poor sports.

Losing isn’t about YOU the player. It is about YOUR CHARACTER and how they interpret that loss. Was it a good natured loss that they can joke about with friends? Was it something that will give them fuel to better themselves and overcome the challenge the next time it appears? Or is it a learning experience, something that points out a flawed talent or mindset they had and now they need to reassess things?

And while repeated losses to RNGsus can be frustrating, (Believe me, I’ve been there) it’s again, not a reflection on you as a player, as a person RL. It’s just a number generator with no personal bias. If you’re finding you’re losing more battles or challenges than you’d like your character to experience, find an alternative method. Find someone you trust and do some free form with a pre-agreed upon result. Add modifiers to rolls if you still want to test your luck that way.

Overall this is just a really long winded way of saying, we’re playing a game. It’s ok to lose. Losing isn’t a reflection of you IRL. Take your losses with grace, don’t blame everyone else for shitty dice rolls, and don’t be “that guy”.

We all want to have fun. But it becomes less fun when players take things too seriously and want to point fingers everywhere but at themselves. Be a team player and don’t be a dick.

#psa #RP stuff #discourse

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itisannak · 6 years ago

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Possessive (Ashton Irwin Smut)

Summary: Ashton becomes jealous after he sees (Y/N) talking with her ex. Based on Sexual Prompts #36: "You are mine. Do you understand?", #38."Well, I make the rules." & #39: "Why don't you use that smart mouth of yours for something else?" (Smut / Edging / Degrading / Unprotected Sex / Post-Fight Sex / Oral; Male Receiving) (Request) (Words: 2.7k)

The light tap on my shoulder makes me turn away from my friend, only to find Ashton standing in front of him. "What's up, love?" I ask, smiling sweetly at my boyfriend. "We are leaving." "When you say we..." "I mean you and me, (Y/N). Come on, get your stuff, we are going." He states; his tone is neutral, the usual warmness of his voice suddenly gone. "I really want to stay. I haven't seen most of these people in a while." I protest, trying to decode his expression. "I said we are going." He growls, taking my wrist in his hand. "Ash..." I scoff, trying to pull away from his grip. "Can you for once do as you are told and not be a pain on my ass?" He snaps at me, jaw twitching as he breathes after the sentence. I stare at him shocked, suddenly feeling threatened by him and not in a good way. "Let me at least grab my jacket." I mumble, looking at my feet as I don't want to cause any other burst from him. He lets go of my wrist and I bring my other hand to rub the skin; I didn't realize that his grip was so hard until now that he has let go.

I move quickly through the crowd of people attending the party, moving to the room where the coats are kept, eager to pick up my jacket and vanish from the party, and generally from a public setting. I feel intimidated by Ashton and the last thing I want right now is for him to cause a scene right in front of everyone. He isn't usually like that and I honestly have zero clues on what caused him to act up. I slip into my coat and head back where I left Ashton, waving some of my friends off. However, Ashton is nowhere to be seen, causing an awful feeling in my stomach. I look around me, trying to see if I can spot my boyfriend in the crowd, but even if he is in here, he is lost in the sea of party attenders. I decide to step out of the house and try to call him as I walk towards the front, hoping that he will answer and tell me where he is. But before I could bring my phone out of my purse, I see his car stopped in front of the gate, him waiting for me inside it. He still looks tensed as I enter the car and fasten my seatbelt, eyes focused on what's ahead and hands gripping on the steering wheel. From the vibe received, I make up my mind on not speaking, sensing that the moment I open my mouth we are going to pick up a fight. Instead, I fumble with the hem of my dress, not daring to even look at Ashton as he drives us back to our apartment, still giving me the silent treatment, even though I am completely aloof to what caused him to behave like this towards me.

As Ashton unlocks the door to our apartment, I can sense that his mood hasn't changed one little bit. I decide to plainly ask him, try to figure out what goes on on his head with him. "Baby, what's wrong?" I ask, trying to use my softest voice. Ashton slams his hand on the light switches, making me jump startled. "You have some nerve asking me what is wrong." He looks at me disgusted. It brings a horrible taste to my throat; never in my life have I thought that someone would look at me like that. "Ashton, if you don't tell me what I did wrong, I can't know what upset you." I state, trying not to stutter. "You were fucking talking to him. In a party where my friends were, and I was no further than 20 feet away, you were fucking talking to your fucking ex, who treated you like shit. And you are asking me why I am fucking furious." He is practically screaming at this point. "Ashton, calm down. It is 2 in the morning, people are sleeping. I was just talking to him. And he actually apologized about everything he had put me through. I was just talking, I don't know why you are making a big deal out of it." I try to explain to him, give him an understanding of the situation. "Why I am making a big deal out of it? Are you really asking me why? You are mine. Do you understand that?" He yells at my face, making me walk backward until my back meets the door. He moves with me as well, his face still tensed up, showing no will to stop this argument. "I was just talking. You are honestly making a huge deal out of nothing. I don't know what irked your insecurities, but this is beyond ridiculous." I try to push past him, but his body blocks me from moving. "Watch your words." He points out but only makes me even more furious at his sudden act-up. "I am the one who should watch their words, Irwin? Me, and not you, with your delusional interpretation and temper tantrum in front of your friends? Please... I will accommodate myself in the extra room and you can talk to me again in the morning, or any other time you decide to take your head out of your ass and see things as they are. Until then, the sight of you makes me upset, so I will excuse myself from it." I bark, shoving him away from me. His hand wraps around my wrist, stopping me from making my way away from him. And as he makes sure that his grip leaves me no choice but to stay, he shoves me to the door, my back making a thud against the surface as I collide with it. Now his hand is around my throat, the coldness of his rings contrasting my hot from the argument skin. I gasp and move my hand to grab his, but he seems unphased. "Why don't you use that smart mouth of yours for something else?" He asks, forcing me to drop to my knees. I breathe harshly, trying to process everything that is going on. I like this expression of his frustration a lot better than the prior one.

I watch him as he unbuckles his belt, the possibility of using it on me, in any way he pleases making me drip with excitement. "You get excited, whore? You get so motherfucking excited that you can't stop wiggling, huh? What is it that you want? Want the belt around your throat, guiding you down on my cock by using it? Or maybe you want it snapping against your ass? Or, my personal favorite, tied around your wrists, leaving you helpless to my will?" He asks me, grinning his devilish grin. I whimper at the sound of the words, letting them completely get to my head. "Fucking disgusting. You are such a pain slut, you get wet just by the thought of it." He chuckles, unzipping his pants and taking his cock out. "Open. Suck." He orders, gripping on my jaw bone to force my mouth open. He thrusts his cock in my mouth, going for a deep-throat all in once. I cough, trying to adjust to it; there is nothing soft in here, nothing that shows love or affection. It is all animalistic, pure aggression leaving his body as he keeps my head steady and fucks my mouth. But I feel so loved now because I know that once this is over, I am going to be cuddled, and held. I feel so loved because his words might be harsh, his actions might be rough, but he looks at me in pure adoration. "You greedy whore. Nothing but my cock sleeve." He groans, throwing his head back as I suck my cheeks in. I bring my hand to stroke what I can't fit in my mouth, looking at Ashton through my eyelashes. I twist my hand and slurp on his length while his hand knots in my hair. I breathe throw my nose while he forces my head to take his cock all the way down. My eyes sting before the tear up, my throat spasming around him. I couch, feeling that I am choking as he keeps my head down. "You look so pretty like this, tears messing up with your makeup... God, I fucking love you, you fucking slut." He yanks my head back, letting me catch my breath. I gasp, tilting my head up as I continue stroking him. I feel my face becoming hot, definitely turning red from the tension. "Don't even think about sticking to kitten licks and stroking. We both know very well you can take all my cock down your throat, babygirl." He commands, thrusting his hips to my face. I open my mouth, letting him enter my mouth with his cock. I bob my head in the beginning before he decides that he wants to take control over again. He thrusts his cock in my mouth, leaving nothing more to me that relaxing my jaw and keeping my mouth open for him. He moves fast, making the blowjob sloppy, to the point where it makes weird sounds. But he seems to enjoy the tempo and my tongue swirling on the bottom of his cock. "Look how sloppy you are. Look at all of that grool." He groans, his hand gripping on my jaw bone to keep my mouth open for him. My knees hurt as they are pressed on the cold floor, but all it does is add to the excitement coursing through me. And suddenly he pulls out of my mouth, dropping on his knees as well. He pulls me to lay on the floor, instantly forcing my legs open. My dress hitches up, revealing my panties to him. The lacy material tears as he pulls it apart, throwing it to the side as he looks at me in the most ravishing away; I know he is probably going to freaking destroy me, to the extreme of me not being able to walk straight for at least a day. He only groans before he slips 2 fingers inside me, just pumping them fast, making sure that I am a complete, actual mess. "You are so fucking wet from just sucking me off, it is sickening me." He bitters, pressing the pads of his fingers on my spot. I buck my hips up, trying to get more of him. "Don't make me restrain you. It's something that you won't like, but I will." He sings, getting his fingers out of me. I watch him suck on his fingers, tasting me on them. "You taste so good." He groans, seconds before he grabs my ankle and flips me on my stomach. I shudder at the cold floor coming in contact with my body, while I place my hands flat on it. Ashton lifts my hips up, guiding me to stand on my knees. And without a warning, he thrusts inside me, his skin slapping on my skin. "Oh fuck." I whimper as I feel him stretch my entrance. He grips on my hips, pulling at them as he pounds inside me, groaning at the sensation of my walls around him. "You are fucking dripping." He groans through his teeth, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back. I turn my head, looking at him all focused while he pushes into me. "Bounce. Fucking bounce that ass on me, princess." He commands me, slapping his hand on my ass. I shriek at the burning sensation, moving my ass to take his dick deep inside me. He hums excitedly, bucking his hips to meet my dips. My knees barely support me as they spread more, making my chest fall forward. But Ashton's hand, twisted on my hair keeps me up, letting my body arch. "More. Fuck me... I need more." I groan, feeling him pound my cervix. "You dumb slut." He hisses, thrusting forcefully. "Thank you, daddy." I gasp, feeling lost in the feeling of lust in my body. My walls spasm around his cock, everything becoming overwhelming; his hand on my hip, bruising my skin with how tightly he grabs on it, his hot breath on my skin, giving me chills at every exhale, his hand on my hair, making my scalp sting as he pulls with everything he has. And of course, the words he uses to tease me, sending my brain into overdrive. "Don't you dare cum... Don't you fucking dare." He pulls on my hair harder, while he slows down. "This isn't fair." I whine, pouting to get to his good side. "Oh, it isn't? Well, I make the rules." He snickers, burying his face on the crook of my neck. "Ashton, please. Let me cum... Please." I plead while his lips dance around my neck. "No, babygirl." He seems to enjoy edging me, guiding his hips slowly. "Don't call my babygirl. I can't hold myself. I want to cum. Please, let me cum." I chant, breathing harshly. "I said no." He growls through gritted teeth, his hand that was in my hair now wrapping around my throat. He thrusts in me, his tip hitting right on my spot. I try not to focus on the pleasure I get in an effort to stop the growing heat in my loins. "Ash..." I gasp, moving my hand to grip on his hand. He seems unphased as my nails dig in his flesh, thrusting his cock in and out of my pulsing pussy. "Mine... Mine... Mine." He repeats; his hand flexes under mine as he tightens the grip on my throat, making my eyes roll back and head fall on his collarbone. "Cum for me, princess." He breathes out, finally allowing me to let the knot in my stomach snap. All it takes is a couple of thrusts from him before I come undone, cursing his name at the top of my lungs. I wiggle my hips as my whole body spasms with excitement, the same excitement I had the first time he touched me. Ashton grounds his hips, letting his cock rest inside me as he cums.

I can sense him calm down, his breath becoming more shallow at every second passing. We untangle from each other, but before I could move away from him, he pulls me in to kiss my forehead. "Are you ok, baby? Did I get too rough on you?" He asks, stroking my face as I shake my head no. "Are you sure?" He asks me again. "Yes. I don't know if I can walk now, though." I giggle, cupping his face. "I will carry you to our bed baby." He kisses my forehead. "Or, you can bring some pillows and blankets and we can sleep on the floor." I suggest, smiling at him. He hums, hugging me to his body. "Did you really get jealous?" I ask him, tilting my head to the side. "Yes, and no." "Wow, Irwin... You are so making sense right now..." I deride him, and he rolls his eyes. "I got mad that he was around you since he really treated you like shit during your relationship. Then I got jealous because I saw you talking to him and it irked me. And then I got really horny for some post-fight sex with you, so it wasn't just jealousy." He replies and I sigh. "You really scared me. Not during the fight. But I got scared that you weren't talking to me for so long." I explain and he presses his lips on my nose. "I am sorry, baby. I was pretty mad at that point, but I know it was very asshole-y of me." "It's alright. Just don't ignore me like that again. I felt sick to my stomach, thinking you would break up with me over that." I pout, earning a chuckle from him. "I couldn't really let go of my favorite human ever over something like this." He states, making me smile. "I love you, bubba." I sing, leaning my head to his chest. "I love you, darling." He assures me, stroking my hair.

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