#some of these missions suck SOOOOOO BAD | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

dbnightingale24 · 3 years

Text

Crystal Clear

Part 2 to Steve’s One Shot

Fun story time! This story was almost finished last Sunday, but my world took an upside down flip, and it has taken until today to finish it. Soooooo, long story short, I’m sorry this took so long but I hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 3113

Warnings: SMUT, swearing, adult situations, Swearing, Slight Angst, Arguing, Drinking, DRAMA, DNI, 18+,...I think that's it?

Summary: Steve asked you one of the most important ever in front of the world? Are you strong enough to follow your heart or do you take the easy way out?

Song(s) That Inspired This Chapter:

Crystal Clear - Hayley Williams

Part 1

You sit patiently, looking yourself over in the mirror, waiting for your escort and thinking about how you got here. Everything that had happened and trying to figure out how you will navigate your future.

It’s hard to believe that it’s only been 6 months since everything happened.

You sat on the bed in Steve’s room and let out a sigh before turning to look at the clock.

1pm.

‘Two hours and he still isn’t back? Shit!’ you thought to yourself, plopping back on the bed.

Originally, you all had gone back to the conference room at the compound with everyone, Sharon included, but that only seemed to make things worse.

“So you didn’t think to tell any of us about this little stunt?!” Nick yelled as soon as the door slammed shut.

“It’s not like it hasn’t been brought up,” Steve sighed, taking a seat at the table “you just kept saying that we’ll talk about it “after the mission”. I’m done waiting and this seemed the only way to get my point across.”

“You couldn’t have the decency to tell me that you’ve been fucking this little whore behind my back in private?!” Sharon roared, pointing at you, as tears streamed down her face.

“Watch it,” Steve warned, voice dropping the smallest amount. If it had been any other time, you would’ve been turned on. “I’ve been telling you for years that it’s time to call it quits and you refused to just sign the papers. Everyone in this room has known how I’ve felt about everything I just said for some time now, so don’t fucking act like it’s some big surprise,” he huffed, irritation and frustration growing more and more apparent in his voice and mannerisms.

“You couldn’t talk him out of this?!” Nick snapped at you.

“I didn’t know...” you barely squeaked out. “I haven’t seen...I haven’t seen Steve in a week or so.”

“What happened? Felt bad about being a home wrecker?” Sharon scoffed.

“Sharon I’m-”

“Don’t apologize to her,” Steve interrupted calmly, eyes becoming incredibly soft once they made contact with her. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I started this and I went out there and made the statement. I’m not sorry about anything and you shouldn’t be either.”

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Sharon laughed humorlessly.

“It’s sucks being forced to accept the reality of the fact that I don’t love you anymore. You are the reason you feel like this, Sharon. Trying so hard to hold on to status and attention and I won’t even have it anymore!”

“Oh, you’ll have it alright,” Tony mumbled before taking a giant sip of whiskey.

“Your marital problems or lack thereof, aren’t the problem right now,” Nick interjected, taking a seat at the head of the table. “You just set off a bomb and now we have to clean it up.”

“Fury, you knew this was coming and you tried to put it off for as long as possible. I’m not going to into space and fighting forever. I want to settle down, I’ve put all of it off long enough.”

“You just made us a target, Rogers!” Nick snapped, slamming his hand down on the table so hard that you jumped a little. “Do you not understand that every enemy we have is going to see this as an opportunity?!”

“I’ll help you come up with a plan of attack if it’s needed, but I’m done fighting. It’s time for me to step down.”

“As for you,” Nick started, ignoring Steve and turning his attention to you, “you’re going to need to figure out what to do about employment.”

“WHAT?!” Tony, Nat, and Steve yelled in unison as you just sat there dumbfounded.

“I can’t have the three of you working together. You have to know that,” Nick sighed, exhaustion showing as he rubbed his head. “It’s too much of a distraction. Maybe in a year-”

“Why does Y/N have to leave?!” Tony demanded “She’s my employee!”

“Who happens to be sleeping with another one of your employees who is still married to another one of your employees! Did you forget the shit storm that kicked in when it was announced that Sharon and Steve were getting married?!”

“That’s only because Steve was with Peggy before everything!”

“Be that as it may, we can’t deal with that again. Especially with how everything came out today!”

“That still doesn’t explain why Y/N has to be the one who has to leave!” Tony snapped.

“Oh? I should leave because Steve can’t keep his dick in in his pants?!”

“No, you should leave because this particular part could’ve been avoided if you would’ve given Steve a divorce like he begged you!” Nat bit back. “Y/N has been called a whore by reporters, is trending as a home wrecker on social media, and her personal life has just been blown apart! No one likes a cheater Sharon, but lets not all sit here and pretend that you didn’t back Steve into a corner with this bullshit! Why should Y/N have to suffer anymore because you refuse to accept reality?!”

“Wow, out of all the people I expected to stab me in the back, I never thought it would be our own fucking matchmaker.”

“Yeah well, I guess we’re both disappointed in each other,” Nat muttered before taking a seat next to you.

“Everyone please,” you started as calmly as you could. “I didn’t...I love Steve. I feel like we’ve all known that since I started here and there’s obviously no point in pretending I never did now. However, I never thought it would go this far. I never thought he’d feel the same and now that I know that he does...I can’t take back the choices that I’ve made...that we’ve made. I can’t and I don’t want to, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to take back the pain or mess its created. If me leaving somehow makes all of this easier, then that’s what I’ll do. I don’t want or need any more drama from all of this, so I know you all don’t.”

“Y/N-”

“No Steve,” you interrupted softly “this is my choice.”

“It may be your choice, but I’m not accepting it,” Tony sighed.

“Tony-”

“No, I’m not accepting this. We’ve gotten through worse than this shit. I’m not accepting your resignation or whatever the fuck this is.”

“I know-”

“Just wait in my room and we’ll talk about everything when all is said and done,” Steve begged gently.

You looked around the room and let out a heavy sigh. You were exhausted mentally and physically, and you barely had any fight left in you.

You quietly and quickly got up to leave the room, giving Steve one final look before rushing out.

That had been 2 hours ago though and when the raised voices died down after the first hour, you couldn’t help but get anxious.

When you finally heard the door open, you shot up. “Steve? What-”

“I love you,” was all he said as the door closed, before making his way to the edge of the bed. “I love you so fucking much.”

“Steve...what...wait a minute! What happened?” you questioned aloud as he got on his knees and unbuttoned your pants. “Steve...shit, you didn’t soundproof the room,” you moaned, feeling the cool air against your bare legs as he slowly pulled your pants down.

“I don’t want to soundproof it. I want them to hear us and know that this is real.”

“Steve...fuck, don’t...what happened in there?”

“You have your job,” he breathed out in-between kisses he placed up your leg “I told Nick...that if you leave, I’m done with the Avengers.”

“Steve-”

“No, you’re my priority and I refuse to let you come second to anything or anyone.”

“What about Sharon? What did she-holy shit!” you cried out as he pushed two thick fingers inside of you.

“She’s gonna sign the papers,” he responded hotly. “I just want to focus on you right now.”

“Baby,” you moaned, arching your back as you felt his tongue brush lightly against your clit. “We need...we need to-”

“You need to let me take care of you.”

Steve didn’t give you a chance to respond. His mouth was on you within a matter of seconds, eating you out like he hadn’t tasted or been inside you for years. Like you were finally a dream made real just for him.

You tried to keep yourself quiet, but Steve wasn’t having that. “I know you can be louder than that for me, baby,” he growled hotly against your slick heat, before moving his fingers faster within you, hitting that spot that always had you singing an array of obscenities he loved to hear.

“Steve...fuck, please!” you cried out as your quickly became aware of how close your release was.

“That’s what I wanna hear,” he muttered before licking and sucking on your clit.

“Holy fuck!” you cried, unable to care about the noise you were making and how embarrassing it would all be later.

You let out a pathetic cry as you came hard, cleaning your fists and eyes shut, as your body trembled. You would always be putty in his hands.

“Such a good girl for me,” he whispered hotly after cleaning up the mess you made, sitting up and removing his shirt before tearing yours open and unclasping your bra from the front. “Fuck, I love seeing you this desperate for me,” he moaned before dipping down and taking one of your nipples into his mouth, biting and sucking on it before licking to soothe the pleasurable sting, as one of his hands traveled down to rub and make little circles on your clit.

“Steve please,” you gasped.

He reluctantly released your nipple from his mouth with a ‘pop’, before looking up at you with pure hunger in his eyes. “Please what?”

“Fuck me!”

“You always know exactly what I wanna hear,” he smirked.

Almost instantly, he was straddling you pants down past his thighs, and stroking himself. There was no shame in the desperate whimper that left your mouth. It had been so long and you’d missed him so much.

“I need to hear you say it,” he pleaded softly into your ear.

You knew exactly what he needed and you had been waiting to say it since the press conference. “I love you, Steve.”

You let out a loud gasp at the pleasurable sting of him stretching you out as he thrust himself inside of you. Even though it hadn’t been that long since the last time you two were entwined in his sheets, it was still too long.

“I’ve missed you...so much,” Steve grunted while you just held on for dear life. “Your scent, smile, warmth...fuck, the way this perfect body responds to me!”

“Steve!” you moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist as your toes curled. “I’ve...need you so much! I was so lonely!”

“I will never put you through that again,” he promised, pushing himself up with one hand and making eye contact with you, slowing down his strokes a little “you’ll never be without me again. It’s you. It’s always been you.”

He dipped down again, dropping urgent and sloppy kisses all along your neck, before biting down hard and sucking, marking you as his for everyone to see. You ran your fingers through his hair, trying to pull him as close to you as you could,and grinding against him as you moaned and begged for him to not stop. To love you until you were spent.

“Can’t wait to make you my wife,” he whispered against your ear, “gonna show you how much I love every day for the rest of our lives.”

“I can’t...I can’t last much longer, baby,” you whimpered, body tightening in the place where you needed the most relief.

“Do it baby, show me how good you can be for me and cum right now,” he demanded, pounding into you with all the strength he had left.

You screamed his name as everything faded from you. Instead of Steve, you shut your eyes and saw stars and heard nothing for a moment. The only thing you could feel was the heat coming from Steve’s body and even that felt faint. What brought you back to reality was Steve’s own euphoric shout as he filled you with his own release.

You slowly loosened your grip, realizing how tight you were actually holding him, and let yourself fall back, finally opening your eyes to see Steve hovering above you struggling to come down from his own high.

“I just need to know...what’s your decision?” he asked after a beat, blue eyes finally opening to meet your gaze.

“What?”

“You never answered me. Do you want this? Do you want forever with me?” he asked sincerely, eyes full of hope and anxiety.

“Y/N?” Nat asks, poking her head into the room you’re in, smile wide on her face. “It’s time.”

She leads you to the doorway of the entrance, Tony smiling as he waits to take your hand. Nat takes her place at the front of the line.

The doors open and the song both you and Steve chose starts playing.

‘Mmm, I don’t wanna shut you out

I don’t wanna rush around or slow down

This time, I wanna stay right here

I wanna make it crystal clear

That I won’t give into the fear

Crystal clear

I won’t give in to the fear

Crystal clear

I won’t give in to the fear

Crystal clear

I won’t give in to the fear

Crystal clear’

You watch the last of the bridesmaids make their to the front, before everyone turns to look at both you and Tony with giant smiles on their faces.

“You ready?” Tony smiles at you, holding his arm out for you to link with him.

You smile and nod, trying to fight back the tears in your eyes, “more ready than I’ll ever be.”

You link arms and slowly make your way down the isle to Steve’s smiling face, who’s also a bit teary eyed himself.

‘I remember standing on the edge

Closing my eyes

Counting to three, I

Jump in with the rush in my head

Only to find, the water was concrete

And now you’re pumpin’ air to my lungs

This don’t feel anything like sinking

In fact, no matter how deep I go

Into you it looks like the water is crystal clear’

As you finally reach the front, the song starts to fade and you come to the realization of what’s about to happen.

‘Here we go

Gonna risk it again

Let’s hope it’s the last time

We don’t know

How this could end

Let’s hope we don’t have to (Hmm)

Won’t have to (Hmm)’

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join Steven Grant Rogers and Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N in holy matrimony...” the preacher starts as find yourself lost in Steve’s warm gaze.

As the preacher goes on about the true meaning of love and what it means to be completely devoted to another person, you can’t stop yourself from smiling and the feeling of security and warmth that spreads over you. Steve’s eyes hold a million promises of tomorrow, forever, and a lifetime of love, and you know you can believe it.

“Miss Y/L/N, do you take Steven Grant Rogers to be your husband, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, till death do you part?”

“I do,” you smile up at Steve as the tears flow freely down his face.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Rogers. You may now kiss the bride!” the priest beams.

As the church erupts into cheers and applauds, Steve’s lips land on yours, you’re certain that everything you two went through was worth it. This is meant to be and it always will, now and forever.

taglist: @whxre4cevans, @itsbrittany425, @sweetflowerdreams, @fallenoutofrose, @readermia, @whiskeytangofoxtrot555, @patzammit, @connie326, @majo240820

116 notes · View notes

missgeniality · 4 years

Text

A Work Of Art (m)

“In our life there is a single color, as on an artist’s palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.” - Marc Chagall

➺ Banner: The lovely @dee-ehn 💕

➺ Pairing: Jimin x Female Reader

➺ Genre: PWP, Smut, Slightest Angst

➺ Rating: 18+

➺ Word Count: 7.3k

➺ Summary: You surprise Jimin with his Filter outfit; and then some.

➺ Warnings: tongues get tired in this fic, dom!jimin, we talk about spit, some biting, jimin loves praise, lingerie n stuff, nipple play, oral sex (m&f receiving), we talk more about spit, some bondage is involved, degrading names, blindfolds, spanking (maybe too much, don’t look @ me), light choking, light face-fucking, cum eating, we talk even more about spit, hickeys galore, some edging?, unprotected sex (don’t do it kids, not even for Jimin)

➺ Author’s Note: (repost bc tags, you know how it is) huge s/o to @ilikemesometaetaes for making time to beta read this monstrosity 💜 thank youuuu! Also thanks to @honeiibeehobi, @kithtaehyung for helping me with the many many details & @ppersonnafor hyping up this idea or else it would have never seen the light of day ;_; lol i will come back to edit this cuz this didnt let me focus on my paper due tonight so if you see a spelling mistake or tense error umm no you didnt 👀

do let me know your thoughts!! the smallest feedback goes a long way! 💛💛

This is the first part of my Dress Down series, find more at it’s masterlist!

Y/N: soooooo, I did a thing. JM: is the dishwasher flooding our kitchen again? Y/N: -_- i’ll give you two more guesses. JM: oh no. you picked up a dog from the street again. Y/N: come onn!! JM: y/n, last time you picked one up, HE HAD AN OWNER Y/N: you’re down to your last try, or else i’m taking this off. JM: … JM: so its something you have on? 😏 Y/N: pic_210124.jpg JM: holy shit JM: wait wait fuck JM: keep the door unlocked.

“You like?”

The bob in his Adam’s apple wordlessly conveys the answer you’re looking for.

A crisp, white, button down shirt, tucked into black trousers, topped off with a panama hat that matches your top half is the view Jimin comes home to. Your dress pays homage to Jimin’s Filter outfit - actually, the exact one - the one that showcased his immaculate dance moves, the one that exposes his delicious collarbones, the one that brings the irresistible urge to bite your way up his neck - the one he eventually rids.

If you had to pick a color, he is a flustered orange, bright and blushing, turned on by the indecent implication of your very decent outfit.

You’re on the counter, one leg crossed over the other, accentuating the swell of your ass. Landing on the pads of your feet, you take a few steps towards the man with the unhinged jaw.

“Babe.” a mellow croak - Jimin can’t get a whole sentence out without saliva pooling and obstructing his speech. “You, in my clothes… fuck.”

Chuckling at his very obvious loss of words, you give him a twirl, allowing him to fully soak in your outfit.

“Was waiting for you.”

Three long strides and you were in his arms, a pair of lips desperate to invade your space and claim you. An Angel on your shoulder tells you to give in; after all, this is the end result - what you both want.

However, the Devil on the other side, no no no. It wants you to make him suffer. To get revenge for all the times you were taken control of. It remembers all the days he turned you on with shoot photographs and all the nights he brought you to the brink only to stop you from tipping over with a cocky smirk and a cheeky wink.

The Devil was created from the moments when you thought you would actually erupt, begging for release, only to be shoved aside with a single growl of ‘don’t you fucking dare.’

Your desire to please him effectively silenced the Devil and kept it at bay. But no more. All those times built up and gave your Devil the power to force its way against your will to restrain it, causing it to rise to the surface.

You will have the upper hand.

So you push him away, keeping him at an arm’s length for your safety to have him on his toes. Forlorn eyes meet your steely ones, and you physically stop yourself from giving in to his puppy gaze - those eyes can turn icy and sultry when nailing you into the bed like his rent depended on it.

“Sit there. I have a-” You turn to switch on some music, “-small present for you.”

“If the small present isn’t me folding you in half and fucking you till sunrise,” He sits with visible reluctance, irises slowly transforming into magma orbs, “I don’t want it.”

“Well, we’ll see… Depends on how you behave.”

On a normal day, this comment would have lit your ass on fire, pronto.

Today isn’t a normal day at all.

You stride on, every noiseless step you take leaving a wreckage of nerves behind, ignoring the smoldering gaze he has locked on you- you are unsure whether he is deciding your punishment or simply admiring how his clothes fit on your body.

You stand on the side, drinking him in.

From your viewpoint, this is ridiculous. Those cursed jeans, vacuumed onto his thighs, ensure your eyes don’t miss a single ridge. His legs are spread out, beckoning you to have a seat, and the Angel once again begs for some reprieve. He knows what he’s doing; knows you inside and out- knows you couldn’t miss a chance to ride him like this. The wicked smirk flashing back at you is confirmation.

But you stymy that thought at its root. Walking behind, you wrap your arms around him to faintly buss his cheek.

“Sooo I was watching Filter…”

Jimin hums against your feeble touch. He wants more. The soft wind of your breath routing through his jeweled ear sends a wave of goosebumps down his spine. From behind, you run your hands over his sinewy biceps, taut in restraint - holding themselves back against the suffering you are putting him through.

“You do know how fucking hot you looked, right?” You playfully let your tongue toy with the hanging ornament, the briefest of flicks causing Jimin’s shoulders to push back, trying to connect with your bosom.

With a crooked finger under his jaw, you bring him to meet your eyes- eyes that are adorned with layered shadows of deep maroons, a variety of colors blending into your skin tone, eyelashes piqued up and ready to reach the clouds.

“So pretty…” He whispers out as you place your hat on its rightful throne - Jimin’s head.

A lone digit traces the lines of art you etched for him, appreciating every single stroke you put in to make a memorable time. Warm merigold rays bloom in your chest in response to his gaze, with him looking at you like you invented the sky. Pupils are dilated, and the only reason you can see each other is because of the practically nonexistent distance between you.

His eyes pick up on your tapering resolve to keep him in line. A light quiver of need passing your lips as you hopelessly vie for dominance is what most likely gives you away.

Grabbing you by the neck, he pulls you into a deep kiss, plunging his tongue into you with reckless abandon like he was a nomad all this while and your mouth has finally claimed him home. Your neck strains at the awkward angle and surely even his is hurting, but the pressure of his hand is unrelenting.

His tongue searches and searches, desperately looking for a part in you he has not yet explored. You’d think the years of togetherness would have diminished this fiery attraction but no, he comes onto you like he has a mission to prove - to validate his love for you, to plead you to be his. You would happily accept this shower of affection, returning it with due interest.

With great difficulty you part, a string of spit still connecting your lips because he has not let you move far enough. “Uh-uh. Be good.” You pout a little, breaking character.

“You’re here. In my clothes. A walking dream. How the fuck am I to be good?” He pulls you back in to continue what you cut short but you break the line of spit and his intention with a hand wedged between your faces.

“I asked you a question, Mister.” Back on your cocky nature, you graze your lips against oh-so-lightly, barely giving him anything to feel, but the tingling on his skin shows he can feel it all.

The adoration moves into a competition, “You tell me, sweetness - how did I look?”

It’s always the praise. He loves it when you struggle to tell him his dick was crafted by the heavens when you’re choking on it, but he still makes you do it. You stutter and stumble your words when his lips smack against your cunt, devouvering and digging for the treasure of your cum, but he forces you to tell him. When you sit on his dick, your brain has no sense of diction or direction, only chasing the high at his mercy, but he makes you scream it out loud, letting everyone beyond the pearly gates know, between moans and wails, that only he can break you down this way.

“This shirt, sweetie.” Your nose trails the path between his collar and the ends of his hair, basking in the sweet vanilla scent, “You’re all covered. Why, pray tell,” You dig your teeth into the point where his shoulder meets his neck, “does this sole patch of skin turn me on so bad?”

He sucks in an inhale through his clenched teeth, his stunning visage devoid of any virtue. His head is thrown back, hat toppling over in the movement and giving you a larger canvas to mark, an opportunity you happily grasp. The mellifluous tones he is producing is recorded in your mind for lonelier nights to come.

“And the red suit? Fuck, your corseted waist?” At the corner of your eye you see his fingers clenching into a fist, your lush voice making it harder and harder for him to breathe.

You slowly stride forward, painfully slow, letting him notice every single muscle of your body curving to his unspoken command, undoing one button at a time until your torso is revealed- and shows the true purpose of your scarlet eye makeup.

A deep burgundy camisole, ribbed at the waist to accentuate the way your hips flow has Jimin salivating to no end. The strappy number, with carmine ribbons flowing into your yet to be removed bottom half- a deed Jimin intends on rectifying very, very soon- calls to him sinfully. The lingerie twists and ties in incomprehensible ways, but the amount of cleavage it gives you is ungodly.

If they weren’t already, Jimin’s eyes are now wide open.

Time comes to a standstill as he checks out your whole figure, taking in every embroidered pattern on the lingerie and every embellishment on your breasts. Before, you were already a five-star meal, but now? An emperor’s feast.

The little flower right on top of your nipple has Jimin’s attention. His thumb comes up to trace the bedecked rose, following the stitched line of stem that takes him to the peak, then drawing over petal by petal. Each time he reaches close to your hardened nub, he abstains from crossing over it, making your nipple hardens imperceptibly under the presentiment of any relief and the disappointment when nothing arrives. His other hand, sitting on your waist, coaxes you to straddle him while he plays gardner on your bust.

“Jimin…” Your nipple, finally finding solace under his thumb, is not faring too well under the attention. Your plan of teasing him is slipping through your fingers like sand.

“Tell me baby, what do you want?” His finger is now tracing the seams of your lingerie cups, admiring the way they frame your ample bosom. Things are progressing too slow for your liking, and you come clean with your ignoble intentions.

“Please, I just want to suck you off.”

A wad of spit lands directly into your cleavage, followed by two thick fingers penetrating the lubed entrance.

“Nope.” His fingers continue to shallowly fuck your cleavage. Neither of you are being touched in the erogenous zone, but why does it feel so good? Your valley is inundated with his dribble, coating your ensemble and shifting shades to a deep cerise. Every pump of his nimble fingers between your breasts is like a promise of what your pussy is going to go through. Will he fuck you hard and fast with your voice echoing across the room, making every neighbor privy of your sexual escapedes? Will he be slow and gentle, penetrate you with utmost care, soft gasps and whines only sounded to the two of you? You can never guess.

In the aphrodisiac moment, you forgot that you were supposed to take charge.

“Please, please, please! I did so much,” You take the guilt route. If Jimin was anything, he was a just and fair man. “Can’t I get that much?”

Jimin’s gaze has not left your wet cleavage. A flit of his eye makes contact with yours and goes back to the fucking - that is enough language for you to understand his needs. You bend low, and spit out a fat glob onto your chest to add to the mess he has already made. The groan that leaves him is ungodly, and he licks the spit you unloaded onto yourself, spreading it all over your expensive wear. He slurps like you released sweetened water to a parched traveller, your bosom holding all the sweetness to itself.

Gathering your thoughts is more difficult than you could ever imagine. The cloth over your nipples is completely soaked, bitten into and sticking to your skin thanks to the vacuum Jimin pulled on them. Your back has had a workout, every vertebrae bent to its maximum possibility. Chiropractors are so last year, you just have your boyfriend ravish your breasts.

“Once I’m done, you can do whatever you want.”

All of your five brain cells had to be put in action to form that sentence. The moment the words left your lips, the pressure your breasts were on had been released, but you could still feel lips against you, stretching into a snarky smirk.

“Whatever?” His grip on your waist tightens, seating you more firmly onto his taut thighs.

Whatever. That stupidly amazing word.

“Saying ‘whatever’ always lands you in trouble. Have you forgotten?” His damp lips are tracing your collarbones, nibbles whenever he felt appropriate. How does he expect you to form a damned sentence like this, the Devil on your shoulder indignantly asks. The Angel on the other has gone back in time to fetch memories filed under the term ‘whatever’, strictly saved for your quality alone-time.

The first time you told him to do ‘whatever he wants’ was fairly early into your relationship. Sex was as vanilla as the ice cream tastebud-less people liked, and none of you ever pushed it too far. A happy, drunken night with a loose-lipped confession from him.

“God, the things I want to do to you…” he had muffled into your hair, maybe not even intended for your ears to pick up.

A cheeky giggle had bubbled out of your tipsy self. “Like what, tie me up?”

If Jimin then were a color, he was a pantone pink. Blushed cheeks from the alcohol and the realization that you had caught him, airbrushed with a depth you weren’t able to put in place that early in the relationship. Wide-eyed horror was shown in its place, possibly exaggerated to add to the denial he had landed himself in.

“No no, of course, I don’t mean it like that, what ar-”

“Why not?”

The animal that awoke after confirming with you fifteen times was a force to be reckoned with. Your bra had turned into rope, wrists bound behind as he roughly squished your helpless cheeks.

“You will tell me when to stop, right?” His tongue peeked lightly, brushing your top lip, taking the perspiration away.

“Uhmf-yufh!”

“God, you’re gonna regret this baby.”

But it was exactly the opposite. You got the railing of a lifetime, heard the filthiest words that could leave the lips of such a courteous man - a side you had not expected at all. You couldn’t possibly recollect every single move he made, but what you can recollect with excruciating detail is every feeling you felt that night. It was filled with lust, with revelations of the new ways your body could bend, a night of puppetry where Jimin played you like the master your body craved. The following day was Jimin taking care of you, big puppy eyes wondering whether he took it too far. In his daze of letting go of control, he couldn’t take in your lidded stare, heaving with satisfaction - so you made sure he could witness them when he took you the next time that morning.

The other time the wretched word was mentioned was during an argument. You’re not jealous of Jimin on stage - it’s his career and you were one of the girls offering one of their kidneys to be able to catch a glimpse of him.

But your workspace? That’s where you draw the line.

She was a random worker. Some third-floor low-lying soul. You were eighth-floor premium material (the floors didn’t decide shit, but no one can tell you what skyscraper semantics you can craft in your brain). A lifeless party that even Jimin’s colorful locks couldn’t color up.

This random worker was very enamored by Jimin (as she should, the man is a whole nine-course meal). Supportive fans are not what get you jealous either.

But the limit is when placed her scrawny fingers on Jimin’s hand, drawing the glass in his grip to her lips and took a sip from it. If her lashes were fanned they could blow a man away (which is probably more than what her puny mouth could possibly do). The fume exiting your ears could have been in bright red for all you care, because every office member had been rightfully annoyed.

The whole car ride back was filled with your drunken blabbers about the different ways you could skin her. The actual victim beside you was not making a nearly big enough deal out of it, intending to let you get rid of your temper.

“She fucking knew!” Your normally clean disposition had taken its leave after the fuming temper took real estate in your brain, and you aimlessly threw your heel at some corner of the house - hungover self shall have to deal with this angry mess you’ve made. Wait, you’re an angry mess too.. “The gall she had, I should jus-”

You march towards the door, in hopes of what, you don’t know. But if you didn’t take action you’ll probably explode. Any action, just anything. You never find out though, because a strong arm slithered around your waist and halted your expedition.

“Calm down, feisty. Where are you going now?” His soothing voice, punctuated with a mocking chuckle almost quelled the fire in you. Almost.

But you’re not done being an idiot.

“To go find her for you. You’d fuck the living daylights out of her, right?”

The loudest silence you have ever encountered. Jimin’s grip on your waist tightened to the point where it could have hurt. Like he was trying to push every iota of that thought out of your body. From behind, you can hear a deep breath dragging, and somewhere in your irate head you knew you had struck a nerve, a bad one. Jimin is forced to expel any anger bubbling in him, trying to use reason with an unreasonable recipient.

“Princess, you don’t actually think I’d do that right?”

“I don’t know!” Your misplaced anger had reached the rooftops. Jimin had done nothing wrong here except try to calm an increasingly livid girlfriend. “Maybe you’d love that. Her itty-bitty waist, that whore’s outfit she had on. You call me a whore right? Maybe she’s more worthy of you!”

“Y/N.”

The timbre of his voice had completely changed. The breathy, airy aura had completely departed from your name he had just called. The lack of nicknames raised some hair at the nape of your neck, but you’re a stubborn one.

“Ugh, I don’t care.”

You tried to walk back to your room, head still reeling in a palace of inferno, burning everything that dares to intrude your path - but somehow, you had been pushed to a wall, and the eyes of the man you loved had turned feral.

If Jimin was a color, he was green - igniting with fury, anger repressed in dark shadows that never made the light of the day until pushed - but you pushed all right. And now released from its shackles, it has surrounded you and slammed you against the wall - and you have nowhere to go.

“You’re my whore. Is that a complaint from my stupid, stupid whore?”

The only joint you’re free to move is your neck, and your gratuitous self decided to rebel with whatever degree of freedom you have. Turning your face away to not meet his seething eyes, you continue your rebel-without-a-cause tantrum.

“Whatever.” you carped out.

Again, with that stupid word, you had signed your fate for the night.

Usually, you can express your feelings. Be it pain or pleasure (sometimes the two packed in one), you could wail it out to the heavens and respite would follow.

Usually, you can see the torments laid out on you. Jimin’s lithe body performing every obscene spell he invoked is a treat for your eyes. He treats your body like an artisan, using any medium to paint his art on you.

But that day, you were stripped of them both, and made to realize what a privilege they were.

Mouth stuffed with your bunched up panties, eyes blinded by his tie of the evening, you could only rely on the sensors on your skin to somehow predict what was going to be done to you. And you failed. Every single time. Every thwack fell on a new area. Every teasing touch tickled you at a new place. Nothing could begin to prepare you for his next move and you couldn’t keep up with his tameless pace.

He made you beg through the makeshift gag, beg to let you come, then beg to stop coming, beg for every orifice of yours to be filled by his seed and then beg to get cleaned by him. With the first rays of morning sunlight, language was an illusion, time was an out-of-reach concept, and all you knew was the worshipping of last night.

Whatever is a word. Whatever is mean. Whatever is filthy. Whatever is nailing you into the bed and rendering you immobile for the entire day. Whatever may just be a word to anyone, but to you it is what has you losing sense of reality, giving in to a phantasm of your wildest dreams.

A wet tap on your cheek brings you back from you imagining the past - the fingers that were fucking your cleavage are squishing your cheeks, bringing your attention back from all your dirty memories to the present - to create another memory to add to your folder.

If Jimin is a color, he is the darkest of all blacks. This is where everything pious comes to meet its sordid end. His sultry gaze is reading your eyes, searching for where you got lost, which shared memories of passed time made you melt into the puddle that you are right now.

“I said, don’t you remember? ‘Whatever’?”

Let’s see. You don’t have work tomorrow. You don’t have any commitments. You don’t have to meet anyone.

So there is no reason for you to be able to move.

“Hmmmmn, I don’t seem to recall - you could remind me.”

Dark, dark chuckles from such a cherubic face. You flounder off his lap to shuck your (his) pants away, revealing the matching maroon garter belt set. The whole outfit is an ode to Jimin’s mid performance transformation, the one that made many people’s hearts skip a quick beat. His slim, cinched waist, the flared pants flowing down his frame were one for the books, and you’d like to think your rendition has its place too.

Giving him a quick spin, you attempt to get down to business - but Jimin pulls you back on his lap. Without the pants, you can feel it - his hard, thick cock straining against the tough jean fabric and still making its presence known.

“Tell me more, baby. What did you like?”

The man was a sucker for your praise.

You were a sucker for the whole man.

But the sucking will probably have to wait.

“I loved your expressions. You’re so sexy on stage, fuck. Going around and giving bedroom eyes to the world.”

His hand gripping you ass gives it a quick pinch, but voice just let out a lazy hum to get you to continue.

“The choreography,”, your whisper is strained, “you dance like you fuck baby. So sensual, so sexy.”

You lick a stripe up his neck, from his artistic collarbones to the back of his ear, the sensitive spot that makes him hiss is arousal. You stay there, wanting to whisper the next few lines. The world didn’t need to know your thirst for this.

“You know my favorite part?”

“Oh, tell me.” His voice is hitting lower and lower in pitch, much like it’s hitting you lower and lower in your body.

You place the hand framing his face on his neck - the same one you want to cover in blooms of purple and red, lightly squeezing, letting him preen under the pressure. The tightness has Jimin’s head falling back on the headrest, and you can feel his pulse hastening to accommodate for the lacking oxygen in his stream.

Letting go of his throat, and pleased to see the lightest indentation on his beautiful pale skin, you snake your hands downward.

“Na, na, na,” Inching slowly towards your end goal, you whisper the tune into his ear, “na na na, na, na na”, covering every part with an indulgent languish, “pick your filter”.

Your hand finally reaches its destination - you grab his bulge and squeeze the hardness, making Jimin buck his hips against your palm.

“Namaneul damabwa.”

It’s a low whisper from his lips, but even in the gravelly sound you can hear how melodious he is, how the song rolls off of his tongue and was made for his vocal color. The whisper is laced with lust, with want, with desire, all the feelings you portrayed for him in his performance.

That, and in life in general.

You shuffle and sit to the side, simultaneously unbuttoning his jeans to get him some relief for the ache he had going on. Finally, you acquiesce and free his dick from its cages.

Every time you see him is a wonder to you. Hard, ridged, the right amount of veins to stimulate the walls of your cunt. Head leaking from the eons of teasing you’ve been doing, right from the text you sent to seconds ago. You bend down to clean him up, tasting the saltiness of his seed that has coated the head. Jimin’s lips are facing the brunt of your deeds - his teeth have found near permanent residence in its plushness, digging deep to keep from moaning too early, from giving you the pleasure. He is going to make you work.

Well, you must get to work.

Slowly, slowly, you dip your head in further, sucking lightly with each move, tongue tracing every vein on his dick. As you move your head back up, Jimin’s hand pushes into your back, making it arch further, and then you go down on his dick. His finger lightly follows the curve of your back, from your upper back all the way to the band of your lace panties.

Hooking a finger underneath the lace fabric of your panty that had disappeared in between your mounds of flesh, he pulls at it - hard. Your throat revolts against the intrusion as you gag, and the fabric presses into your clit. The concentrated abrasion turns into pleasure - he uses it to arch your back further, and bring your ass closer so that he can-

Smack!

The spank sends you forward and you choke on his dick further, throat giving in to his hardness.

“So good for me baby. Look at that ass.” He grabs one cheek, bubbled with the way your panties are now, squeezing and testing the firmness of your glutes.

Your plans of torturing him are shot; the Devil on your shoulder is strangely mute. Awakening the brat, you slip a hand under and toy with his balls, pulling back to provide your throat some recess. Your saliva mixed with his precum is an gushing mess, glistening on his balls and now coating your palms as you play with light squeezes - the existing stiffness caused by your teasing arousal mixed with your playful fingers make Jimin buck into your mouth, releasing a delicious groan in the process.

A second spank is a warning, either you increase your pace or reap some serious consequences. You consider the consequences; they are very compelling. You could end with delicious marks of ownership from this delicious man. But he deserves the best suck of his life, and you’re going to do just that.

Hollowing your mouth, you go further down, till his head is poking an uninvaded point in your throat, and Jimin lets out a surprising note. A groan, no, a roar, but a tinge of whine mixed in it, like the pleasure is too much for him.

You continue to swallow around, hand pumping the length you couldn’t take in, interlarded with swipes on his tight balls, leaving Jimin to be a heaving mess. Your ass is not faring better, bearing the brunt of his replies. You’re positive his fingerprints are imprinted on your asscheek, and one sit on his phone can unlock it. The line of your panties is drenched with your sopping wetness and lodged between the lips.

“God, I’m so close baby, just a little more.”

You would fervently nod in acceptance to whatever demand he places; in this position, he could ask you for the world and you would have it at his disposal. But what stops you are his ringed fingers lodged in your hair, pushing you in further, determined to spill deep in your throat, to the point where you don’t even have to swallow to get everything down.

“Fuck, such a good girl for me.” Jimin appraises how deep he is going, how your throat is accommodating him and quivering around his length. Bunching your hair up into a makeshift ponytail, he stops them from obstructing his vision - the view of you struggling to take him in, toiling to keep the need to breathe at bay while you tend to his needs, worshipping his dick like its the last meal you’ll ever get - your desperate adulation takes him over the brink.

Jimin erupts into your mouth; an ungodly amount at that. It is the hardest he’s come in a while, and given your lifestyle, that’s saying something. Even a cum-hungry whore like you can’t possibly swallow that much in one go, and you are forced to let the globs dribble down his now-softening member. The two of you are heaving, catching a breath - completely different circumstances but the same result.

The way you’re looking at him right now; his dick is already twitching to go for a second lap. Dilated pupils staring back, like you were at the receiving end of the orgasm - you are staring at him like he hung every star in the sky. Strings of cum are leaking out of the corners of your lips, ones he really wants to lap up with his tongue. Instead, you daintily dab it away - as innocent as pecking stray drops of ice cream off your mouth.

You look at him with teasing eyes. “Want a taste baby?”

Running your tongue along the mess you (or he) made, you gather the remnant cum that didn’t go into you, and instead flooded his groin. Straddling back onto his lap, you go in for a kiss but stop halfway.

Jimin is looking, waiting with lust hungry eyes. Slightly pained by the pause, he whines.

“What?”

“Open your mouth.”

From a height, you let his cum and your spit drop into his mouth, a groan of satisfaction emanating as Jimin’s tongue accepts it with great delight. He tastes his juices, they somehow feel sweeter coming from your mouth. He pushes the glob you dropped on his tongue against the roof of his mouth, letting every taste bud bathe in relish. When he’s sucked all flavor out of the globule he swallows it. On opening his eyes and landing back from heaven to earth, he sees you admiring his adam’s apple, the way it bobbed when he swallowed your offering.

Jimin’s eyes trace your current state; you look beautiful. The strappy red lingerie wet from Jimin’s treatment perfectly showcases your peaked nipples, ready for another round of torture. His shirt, through all this has managed to stay hanging on your shoulders. The curves of your sinful waist accentuated by the ribbons of the wear, like roads down a windy path, every ribbon vanishing into their destination, between your curvaceous thighs.

Slipping his fingers under the band, he decides he has not played with the lingerie enough, tugging it up once again - a sharp inhale and you’re moving along with it, upward to balance between the point of pain and pleasure. Jimin makes sure you don’t tip in favor of one. Grabbing you by the neck, Jimin harshly pulls you down into a deep kiss.

He’s done waiting, done watching you take the reins. His tongue tells you that you now can only react to his doings. Deepening the kiss, you let your mind walk places. Back to his performance, his stage presence, the aura he exudes when he is in his element. His sinful body melding to the flow of the beat, like the music was made to his movement - his piercing gaze that could leave an insentient camera with blushed cheeks - but a sharp bite pulls you right back to the present to remind you that this is also Jimin in his complete element. Pillowy lips, incandescent with every brush, sucked and nipped with fervor. But it still didn’t satisfy. It wasn’t nearly enough. Starved, you wanted to scream at every imperceptible air pocket between the two of you - as if you knew in your soul they were guilty of keeping you away.

Jimin pulls away, and his words shut you down before the whine leaves you.

“About that ‘whatever’…” his sinister eyes are a window to his brain churning something unimaginable to close the night - sinister in uppercase. Make it bold. Underline that shit. That’s him.

In the bat of an eye, you are face down on the sofa - Jimin’s rock hard thighs are straddling you, making sure you can handle his weight. In all the coarseness, he takes care of the smallest of things. An untimely smile creeps up on your face at the thought, the tender show of affection amidst the rough push and pull affecting your immersion, but you can’t say you don’t like it.

Feeling a rough jerk on your shoulder, you try to look back, just in time to receive Jimin’s ravenous gaze; he looks at you like he will eat you alive, and by the end of the night you plan on having just that. Pulling back your now-unbuttoned shirt and bunching its ends, he anchors you to the position of his choice by tying your hands behind.

Smelling a line up your neck all the way up to your hair, he briefly pauses to ask “Okay?”

Your tiny nod is enough for Jimin to carry on with whatever godless plan he has chalked out for you.

“I hope you had your fun. Because I’m not going easy on you.”

Light banter could cause no trouble. Atleast, not more than you already have. “When have you ever?”

Flashbacks of the blossoming days of your relationship flicker in Jimin’s mind, their fugacious presence a telling sign of how long it has been. Looking downward, he can only thank his alcohol-induced blabbering of that night as that is the reason he can enjoy the view he has right now.

“Maybe I should take it easy?” His tongue flits across your neck, too soft for your liking, torturous like his liking.

His fingers are playing with the straps and your now exposed upper back. It’s always been a favorite place of his. The whole expanse looks resplendent when he is done tasting you. Maroon and purple florets on your beautiful, glowing skin. And then you purposely wear dresses to show it all off, to show who your heart belongs to. He loves that about you.

You gyrate lightly, snapping him out of his daze, begging him to take you hard and fast. “Jimin, please.” a low drawl leaves you as you try to not slobber all over the cushion.

Jimin shifts lower to straddle your thighs. Snaking his hand between your legs, he finds your clit and plays with it, every press releasing a different sound from different depths of your throat. A particularly low grunt appears when he slips two fingers into your channel with smooth ease, and pushes you up from the inside.

“Ass up for me.”

His fingers stay lodged inside as you raise your hips to obey him, pulling you up further and further till he is satisfied with your position. God, your pussy looks wrecked. With every pump of his fingers you gush our more liquid, and Jimin gathers the escaping drops on this tongue.

“So perfect for me, this hole.” You can feel the cold metal of his rings drawing circles inside you as he prepares you to take his cock. His tongue, drawing completely different characters is too slow for your liking - he seems to be more satisfied in drinking your cum dripping from his fingers instead of paying attention to your throbbing clit. Seconds go by, several hinting moans of dissatisfaction go by, but the Devil on your shoulder seems to have returned and is asking for more. A hip raise, that’s all. His tongue will be right where you want.

What you got instead was a sharp bite on your already battered ass - Devil, hey, where did you go? “Behave.” He grunts against your pussy, and a fresh wave of arousal escapes you with a third finger making its way in. “Don’t like it? Too,” Smack! “Fucking.” Smack! “Bad.”

The last spank hit you hard, leaving your cunt soaked to the core. He is trying to get a rise out of you, and you are falling for it. Your smarting skin is at its breaking point, but let’s not pretend like you don’t want this either.

“Baby please, I’m so close.” You’re close to tears with how long you’ve been this turned on. Maybe Jimin will have a change of heart seeing you like this.

“Don’t.”

Well maybe not.

He’s using your hole like playdough - for his fancy, with no end goal in sight. He doesn’t seem to want you to come anytime soon and it is bothering you to no end. The tightening coil in your belly is almost painful at this point - but he doesn’t seem to want to let up anytime soon.

“You taste so sweet baby, almost don’t want to let you come, so you keep dripping like this.”

His fingers curl into you to hit that spot, and God, you’re seeing stars right now. Curling up your fists into a ball and trying to keep the threatening tsunami at bay, you jerk into his mouth and continue to sway to the tune his fingers play inside you. If desperation had a poster girl, they could take your photo right now.

“If you let me come I -ohhh- I will- I will give you more.” Your words are broken, every push into your cunt halting your flow of speech.

A split second later you are empty. He’s pulled away from you, and you think the finger-fucking torture you were going through was almost better than this. Your walls flutter in empty anguish.

“Better keep your promise then.” Finally, you hear Jimin shuffling behind, but your muscles feel too alive and too dead at the same time. At crossroads, you are unable to get yourself to move, to twist or turn and witness the glory of him, the scrunch of his features, the grit of his pronounced jaw, his lips heaving a sigh as he pushes his girthy self into your leaking hole.

Jimin’s forehead is lined with sweat, jaws hurting from the tight clench he had trying to not nut into you too soon. Now they revolt in pain, ready to pass on their trouble to his dick and release into you the moment he fits himself in. But he held off; he had plans for you - long plans.

As he slowly pulls himself out, you can’t help but mewl at the pleasure your walls are feeling, with every ridge of his cock pressing all the right spots inside you, the snug fit when he’s pulled out all the way only leaving the head inside you. Then, you can’t help but yell, expressing a mixture of anguish and pleasure when his hips snap to push into you in one swoop, hitting deep inside you. With your ass high up in the air, his balls smack your engorged bud, sending shockwaves throughout your body and clenching the hold you have on his dick.

“Fuck baby, you feel fucking tight. You’re so close?” Jimin’s voice is strained as well; the lack of mocking in his tone tells you he is close as well.

“Ki-Kiss me, please.” The voice that leaves you is so foreign, so unknown. The fucked out woman speaking in your stance has no spatial or temporal comprehension. You don’t even realize how you are put on your back, now a lucky witness to Jimin’s nimble figure pushing back into you as he leaned over to slot his lips on yours.

The kiss was explicit, it was rough, it would put to any kiss you’ve shared before to shame. Deep in throes of pleasure, his mouth is chasing yours. Your hands are still bound; a light fight against the restrain tells you you don’t have a chance. Instead, you suck his plush lip in, swiping your tongue across his cherry petals that are rushing with blood because of you. Dormant volcanoes across the world could erupt with the blaze of your merging lips, it is scorching hot.

If Jimin is a color, he is a rich wine - deep and passionate. He puts his one hundred percent into whatever he does, be it skilled singing, adept dancing or simply fervent kissing. He gives it his all.

Jimin’s skillful hips move in every way he wishes - and your pussy is thankful for that. Rolling in deep, he tests the stretch of your walls, before pistoning into you with zeroed-in precision, sole focus to get you to come with him. The effort he was putting in could be seen in his abs - they have tightened with exertion, and with a light sheen on sweat, look absolutely delectable.

Letting your hands roam, you bring Jimin’s face into your neck where you can hear every single breath, every hiss, every groan - that you could record and keep in your memory. With one hand tugging his tresses, and the other hand drawing paths on his back with your nails, you hear the sounds you want to. Jimin sharply bites your ear, and the shockwaves of pleasure send you tipping.

There’s layers to the pleasure you are experiencing right now, your orgasm hitting you in ebbs and flows. Right when you think you can finally return back to ground, the high tide pulls you back into the water for another stream of pleasure. It feels like eternity when you finally hit the land, and even then the loose sand makes you falter, threatens to send you back into the ocean.

Jimin’s pace is faltering, and he spills soon after. Hot, heavy breaths tickle under your ear, as both of you feel the sheer intensity of the orgasm. Him on you, your hearts are aligned, and you can feel the beats fighting each other for dominance until they soften down.

Ripples of energy flow out of the both of you, elevating the temperature around the two of you. If you didn’t have your eyes closed you’d say literal rolls of steam are emanating from the way you both are heaving. You slowly regain your senses, twitching hands trying to remember what it is that hands even do.

A shiver runs through your spine when you hear a grunt so close to your ear, only to realize Jimin is in the same position as you are in. Even without looking, you can guess what his expression is. Void of any edge, the softness of his facial features must have made their return, with crinkled eyes and a light frown on his beautiful pouty lips, he probably looks like an innocent caricature of the man that stood behind you moments ago. Letting your palm rest on his head, you beckon him to get up.

If Jimin is a color, he is the pinkness best portrayed by his puffy cheeks at this moment. A childlike glow, a guileless visage. He looks at you with such adoration, like you are the only desire in his world, and everything else can be damned.

You don’t want to break this silence but you cheekily add, “You didn’t even get me naked. Like this a bit too much eh?”

Dark clouds mar the pink and turn it into a deep, sultry carmine - the shift in his color noticeably brings your temperature down by a few degrees.

“Cute. You think I’m done with you.”

He is the whole palette, and you can pick your filter.

Thank you for making it to the end! Let me know what you think! And you can find more of my writing at my masterlist here!

#bangtansorciere #bangtanhq #bangtancentralstation #ficswithluv #bangtaninn #bts smut #jimin smut #park jimin smut #bts fanfic #jimin fanfic #bangtanuniversity

854 notes · View notes

coal15 · 4 years

Text

Why Buddie *isn’t* Destiel:

Let’s start with the stuff working against Buddie. Then move on to the things I believe give Buddie a much better shot at becoming canon than Destiel ever did. It’s a tad bit long:

So. Yes. The two ships do have a a lot in common. And yes, Buddie is a longshot for a lot of the same reasons Destiel was.

Bi men aren’t really a thing on tv (especially not NETWORK tv), Dean and Buck were both introduced as huuuuuuuuuge fans of banging women with never a single unambiguous mention of them ever having dated or even being attracted to men. Only little wink/nudge moments played off as humor (”so does this boy-crush on Eddie mean . . .”) , or the characters giving each other “heart eyes,” a thing which can easily seen as a silent expression of deep fondness/admiration/trust/platonic love, whatever. None of the characters “seem bisexual” ie, they don’t conform to your typical network tv depictions or stereotypes of non-straight men.

They all have “masculine” jobs (as opposed to something either soft and mellow, or flamboyant and performative). The real “guy guy” type characters are generally meant to be seen as 1000% straight. This applies less to Cas than the other 3 men as he’s technically not human, but he does present as male, and even though he did end the series with a big ‘I love you’ moment to Dean, the line didn’t address how he loved Dean. And since Cas didn’t say ‘I’m in love with you,’ nor did Dean say it back, as far as series canon goes Destiel was never explicitly Romantic Love. You could interpret it that way extremely easily, but it was never overt series canon.

They’re both hugely popular non-canon fandom ships (and in buddie’s case, growing in fandom popularity every day).

The creators and cast have made comments acknowledging said popularity with vague comments like “it’s a really special dynamic,” “we’re glad the audience can interpret blahblahblah,” “the fanart is soooooo great,” or “we love the enthusiasm.” That kind of wishy washy shit. Sure, some of the actors will make overtly pro-ship comments, but they always (and for good reason) clarify that the writers/producers haven’t told them anything either way.

OKAY. SO. On to what makes Buddie different from Destiel. (and why I’m optimistic)

Number one is timing. As in: how many years have we had with a character being played a certain way? By the time Cas appeared in SPN, they were 4 seasons in, and Dean had been portrayed as the typical “boobies, boobies, all the boobies; I will immediately hit on any and all hot women,” etc. Yes, Buck began 911 as basically that exact same guy--but ‘that guy’ only lasted a single season. Eddie shows up at the top of S2, so we haven’t already had multiple previous seasons of “Ladie’s Man” Buck. And that makes it easier to bend and adapt his character--or to reveal major character traits not previously mentioned.

Two: Cas was introduced in a way that didn’t evoke anything romantic or sexual at all. He was there on a mission from GOD. Utterly asexual insofar as his interactions with Dean (despite the insane sexual chemistry going on, in the show’s ‘maintext’ nothing about Cas’s character had anything to do with sex or romance) Meanwhile, when Eddie showed up on 911 literally the first thing said about him was Chim’s line “Now that is a beautiful man,” a comment followed by “Whatta Man” playing while Eddie put on his shirt. In slow motion. While Buck kinda . . . stared? So in stark contrast to Cas’s first moments on SPN, Eddie’s 911 intro was. . . . well, let’s see . . . the soundtrack is a blatantly sexual song . . . slo-mo shirtlessness . . . Chim’s “beautiful man” comment . . . all of those things present Eddie in an overtly sexual context right away.

Three: With Destiel, despite their intense screen chemistry, Cas and Dean took the better part of a season to really really bond. Whereas Buddie were joined-at-the-hip besties by the end of Eddie’s 1st episode--when less than 30 episodes of the series had aired. Yes, the sexual chemistry between Cas and Dean may have been palpable from minute one, but the emotional bond between Buck and Eddie happened almost right away. Much faster than with Destiel. And they became involved in one another’s personal lives a lot faster, too.

Four: On 911 neither Buck nor Eddie ever vanish for many episodes at a time, whereas Cas’s character on SPN dipped in and out. He might be there for several episodes in a row . . . or he might only show up a few times in whole season. So by default Buck and Eddie have more screentime together to continue fleshing out that bond. Establishing the Buckley-Diaz family.

Five: On SPN, introducing long term love interests for either brother would have busted up the central dynamic driving the show. Much as I used to love Destiel, for five entire seasons Sam and Dean were the central, laser-focused relationship in the show. Sure it may have been a co-dependent and often unhealthy bond, but it was the foundation on which the entire series was built. That’s a really tough dynamic to wedge a love interest into without upsetting the whole balance of the show. Cut to 911: no single character or relationship is the “laser focus” of the whole series. Every character in the ensemble has their own storyline. And thus far, no two characters are toxically codependent on one another. They’re all fleshed out as independent entities.

Six: (related to point five) If either of the actors playing Buck or Eddie landed a huge movie roll, or asked to be written out for personal reasons, or fucked up so bad they had to be fired? It wouldn’t torch the entire show. Bobby, Athena, Hen, Maddie (even Buck or Eddie if only one of them was written out) . . . the show would go on without Buddie. Or without any one character. Whereas if either Jensen or Jared had decided to quit SPN at any point? Well shit, there goes the show! Finished. Donezo.

In conclusion: with 911 not being totally dependent on any one character dynamic for the show’s survival, it puts them in a far better position to gamble, ratings-wise, on something that might not be a hit with the general audience. (I know it sucks, but 'popular on social media’ doesn’t automatically translate to ‘popular with casual viewers’). If 911 did take that leap with Buck and Eddie and it flopped? The Buckley-Diaz family moves to an island paradise somewhere and the show moves on with their strong (and also popular) remaining ensemble cast. For the average casual viewer, nothing in 911 would blow up beyond repair without Buddie.

So I feel like our ship has a much better shot of becoming canon. There is good reason to be optimistic. Especially if the ship’s fanbase continues to grow, and grow, and grow, and we remain visible and vocal.

#buddie #buck x eddie #911 on fox #queerbaiting #bi visibility #my tv says bi men don't exist #and tv knows everything

38 notes · View notes

belliesandburps · 3 years

Note

Followup with MGS4 Peace Walker and 5?

History has a funny way of repeating itself. :P

This one's actually gonna be long, so I'll cap it here to spare those uninterested in non-kink posts the burden of having to scroll past this fanboy rant. 'XD

Metal Gear Solid 4: Guns of the Patriots

3. It's Okay

Soooooo...not a controversial opinion to say that I don't think MGS4 is GREAT. I adored it when it first game out, and I still enjoy replaying it from time to time. But good lord, so many of the interviews shed light on a LOT of this games problems.

Some backstory is required. Hideo Kojima was done with MGS by this point. He planned to move on and leave the series to the younger generation. But then, there was a lot of internal conflict and struggle to determine what MGS4 should be after Fukushima quit (AND was rumored to have been murdered by the Yakuza...how that rumor started...and became a SERIOUS rumor that millions believe, I do not know...). So Kojima came back, course corrected, and the end result was kind of a giant mess.

I'm not talking story because, there's just way too much to unpack. But as a game, MGS4 can't decide what sort of video game it wants to be. It had a brilliant idea that had never been done before with its Battlefield Stealth, which were the best parts of the game. And then they get dropped two acts in, and what gets replaced in their stead is not nearly as fun.

The game had substantially less boss fights than its predecessor, and a lot of them were mechanically simplistic or just didn't let you get creative with how you fought them. And we later learned there were a lot more bosses planned, more gameplay sequences planned, and an entire other PMC group that got canned in favor of the Scarabs so Shadow Moses could be guarded by machines instead.

There's a lot about MGS4 that I love. I think the first two acts are amazing, ESPECIALLY Act 2. I think the mechanics are great. REX vs RAY is criminally fun. The sheer buffet of insane weapons gives the game a good amount of replay value. And the graphics still hold up to this day!

But what I finally realized is that the game juggles way too many ideas and doesn't give any idea the time they deserve to flourish. Battlefield Stealth could've CARRIED MGS4. But it gets dumped before we can get our moneys worth. A disguise sequence could've been really creative, having to juggle different identities with OctoMask every time one identity is burned. But it's only used once and wasted because it's only used for a terrible tailing mission that doesn't let you actually explore the European City. And too many of the action set pieces are kind of bland except the bosses and piloting Metal Gear.

MGS4 should've been MGS4. Not MGS's "Best Hits."

Metal Gear Solid: Peace Walker

1. LOVED it!

I know this is unpopular to say, but I'll say it. Peace Walker is one of the best Metal Gear games ever made. I adored almost everything about it. The gameplay improves on MGS4 in most ways because it doesn't juggle a billion ideas all at once. It's MGS4 stripped down to stealth action from start to finish, and that's all I wanted. The level design is great. The insane volume of guns changes the entire feel of combat in later post-campaign gameplay. The mission select options mean you can jump into all the parts of the game you enjoy the most. There's TONS of bonus missions that are really inventive and fun to replay. And the story is one of the best in the series. It's straight forward, very tight, characterized well, and is the best iteration of Big Boss to date.

Peace Walker's also the FUNNIEST MGS game by Kojima as well. There's so much more personality and levity to everything, to the point where Big Boss often feels like an MCU character. That might sound bad, but it's really not. That corniness fits MGS PERFECTLY, and I'd argue is tonally spot on for this series. MGS doesn't need to be dark, gory or explicit. It's a silly series that's about giant robots, corny bad ass super agents with an anti-nuke message.

The only downsides to Peace Walker are the QTE's and the boss fights. This was a feature that only ever appeared in this game and for good reason...it was fucking terrible. So basically, you had cutscenes that forced you to do various QTE's or else get dinged on your ratings at the end, even if you played perfectly. Fairly minimal, but then, you get to Strangelove's torture. And this is the single most rage-inducing part of any MGS game ever made. It's an insanely physically painful button mashing sequence that will leave your fingers raw and your PS3 triangle buttons jamming. And the ONLY way you can replay one of the best missions in the game (the prison escape where you have no items) is by redoing that sequence over and over. And the boss fights? While inventive, they're all just grindy bullet sponges with no personality, no stealth tactics, and no room for creativity the way you can get creative with every other MGS game's bosses. This was the biggest disappointment for me because the stealth and combat mechanics of PW are great and would've been SO good against human enemies like what Portable Ops had. Instead, every boss is a mini-Metal Gear all voiced by the VOCALOID AI from the mid 2000's, and each one takes forever to destroy. It sucks because PW had a TON of bosses, but only a few of them are any fun, and that's only if you have weapons that are strong enough that they don't take ages to destroy.

But asides from the bosses, the REST of the game is so damn good that I don't even care because that's just one element to a much larger, grander game. Which is even more impressive when you consider PW was originally on the PSP before the PS3 port. And this game has more content and replay value to it than most games I've played since.

Metal Gear Solid V: The Phantom Pain

1. LOVED it!

Hooooooookay...so, I've rambled about my storybook romance with MGSV for YEARS now. (Just ask @twistedtummies2, he's been subjected to my fanboying of this game more than anyone in existence XD) But there's a reason I regard this game as one of my all time favorites and the best MGS game to date.

It's REALLY freakin' fun.

Kojima had been re-energized by the time he got to MGSV. He'd been working on the game around the time he finished Peace Walker in 2010. He KNEW it was his final MGS game and wanted to do something completely different...

...He wanted to make a game where the central focus was on...waaaaait for it...the gameplay...

MGSV was designed to be, what he described, as a toybox. You have these missions that all take place in structurally unique outposts like any level in MGS. And the missions are designed with the structure needed so that they all feel different, but all remain so open ended that you can play them countless different ways.

MGSV's game model is everything GTA SHOULD'VE been. It fully embraces the open world freedom and incorporates that into the missions flawlessly. And it plays in such a way that stealth and combat both feel like they were the primary point. In MGS, combat is usually a last resort. But with MGSV, you can fly into an outpost blasting away on your helicopters mini-gun, shoot up the bad guys, rescue your target, throw them back into the chopper and fly away while "The Final Countdown" blares on your choppers loud speakers.

Every method of gameplay is valid and the controls, the enemy AI responsiveness, it's all, bar none, the best I've experienced in ANY video game. Sneaking around feels tight and tense and combat makes you feel like Jack Bauer on adrenaline. (I mean, he IS the voice of Venom Snake)

And I really like the story for the most part too. Its weaknesses are really glaring. Namely, the "Fun" of MGS is completely devoid in the story (which is really odd since it's FRONT AND CENTER in-game). Venom Snake only has maybe six minutes of dialogue in the entirety of this 30+ hour long game. And the way Skull Face gets completely undercut right at the home stretch is something I have NOT stopped bitching about for almost six years, and my friends can personally attest to that.

That and the ending feels too abrupt.

We know that Kojima got fired by Konami's VP and said VP scorched the entire production company after that and made a series of dickheaded decisions that pissed off a LOT of fans, burning much of the good will Konami IP fans had towards the company. But that had nothing to do with MGSV's abruptness. That was the plan from the start because only Kojima would think to end the entire series on a plot twist like that.

And I think the issue isn't the twist at all. In fact, I LOVE the twist. The issue is that the game should've continued beyond it so Venom Snake could cope with the truth and realize how badly he'd been screwed. I think even people who hated the twist could've been won over if there was a little more to the games epilogue than Episode 46.

Also, the games boss fights were a tad underwhelming. Not the fights themselves, I LOVED all five of the games bosses.

Oh? There were twelve?

No. I meant what I said. Because so many of the games bosses are rematches against the same bosses. All MGSV has is the Skulls, Quiet, Eli, The Man on Fire, and Metal Gear. They're great bosses that do everything the best MGS bosses always did; give you tons of options, incorporate combat AND stealth, have varied attacks AND even have multiple methods to sneak around the boss and avoid the fight completely. But for a game as long as MGS, you need more variety. And frankly, the bosses NEED more personality. Skull Face should've had more XOF assassins acting as the bosses in the game along with the ones we have. Elite assassins like Quiet, with their own powers and specialized weaponry so the fights feel completely different from the ones we have. And oh yeah, SKULL FACE HIMSELF SHOULD'VE HAD A GOD-FUCKING-DAMN BOSS FIGHT!!!!

Buuuuuuut those issues don't even matter if for all the games issues, I still replay it frequently when it's almost six years old.

So yeah! There's the massive rant you totally didn't ask for! :D

#ask belliesandburps #mgs4 #mgsv #peace walker #metal gear #metal gear solid #seriously #i'm very very VERY bitter about how Kojima did Skull Face dirty #here's this really great villain with a super complex backstory and motivation #whadduya wanna do with him kojima-san?#I'VE GOT IT!!!!!!#we'll do...absolutely nothing!#he'll show up in five missions out of a thirty nine mission long game #he'll talk at venom snake a few times and do some cool things #then right around the time we're supposed to fight him?#a random twelve year old will hijack metal gear through a PSYCHIC twelve year old and crush Skull Face before we can do anything cool! :D #hold your applause children! :D #................we weren't clapping kojima-san...........#also sins of the father?#heaven's divide?#donna burke is amazing #seriously she is an in-freakin'-CREDIBLE singer #sorry cynthia hall #i got love #but...#whoooooa-HHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!

4 notes · View notes

rhydium · 4 years

Note

Info dumbo about the StarFinite story?

aright u asked for it anon GET READY [cracks knuckles] this is gonna be long so obligatory cut in 3, 2........

...1!

so the uh, the au! the story!! w/e yall wanna call it! full disclaimer, i only began working on this whole thing a while ago, but it's totally taken over my fukn brain. like, we're talking big hyperfixation hrs. am i cringe for being this invested in my own content? yes? cool i do not Care >:3€

i should also throw it out there real quick that i am kin w/ infinite, n this is actually one of my two canons (both of which are my own aus lmfao wow). i didn't go into it expecting it to be but sfsfsgdfs here we are ig!! for that reason it's got extra importance to me n this definitely contributes to the euphoria i get from it!! it's a lil odd writing ur own canon,,? but i kinda just go w/ the flow!

the au n, the story that i will start Eventually, revolves around infinite n starline (obvi) n it's honestly just ... the tl;dr is big healing momence n, what's this? uh oh sisters !!! they are falling in love 😳😳😳

uhhhh so infinite is an android, made by eggman. that's like, the most notable canon divergence here! super important context to have. i've got a whole big theory on the possibility of sega originally intending infinite to be an artificial being (which i explored in the works for my Other canon too), stemming from not only the scene in forces wherein infinite comments on sonic's "data", but a line of dialogue from tails in one of the last stages of the game where he Literally Says "so this is where eggman built infinite". that ... i mean. that contrasts w/ episode shadow pretty hard don't it?? would explain why that dlc was so rushed, n the comic too. ANYWAY adsfsfs um that's a seperate ramblepost. yeah!!!

they are also agender n use they/them (primarily) as well as he/him!! so i'll be refering to them w/ those pronouns!

after the war, infinite is taken in by the resistance n, instead of being dismantled, they're basically given a chance to rehabilitate themselves. it's agreed that they won't be reprogrammed, as despite the potential risks, it feels wrong to do so; like a violation of their free will, individuality n thinking. if infinite is to be a good person, it's not gonna be bc other ppl recreated their entire personality, it's gonna be bc it's what they themselves truly want. robot ethics idk man!! u can't tell me that sonic n co wouldn't offer this to infinite if they offered it to metal in IDW,,,, i am Standing By This!!!

it's, yknow, a bit rocky, at first. infinite has to really fight the urge to return to eggman (something they already tried once, before the resistance found them; they were cast out). it's a struggle against what they were built to do, against giving into unhealthy familiarity over facing a, while healthier, unfamiliarity. new faces, a new life, turning their back on their mission n creator, it's like, a lot.

they work for/with the sonic crew, rebuilding the world they tore down as deemed fitting justice, being closely monitored for a bit as a natural precaution. as it becomes apparent infinite truly no longer has any ambition to harm others (they don't have much ambition for anything, really), they're then granted more freedom, n start taking on more important missions!! it at least gives them something to do, keeps them occupied. they have issues with dissociation, unreality, whether they're truly a real person bc, well, android. feeling purposeless, n a lack of worth, especially. a need to prove themselves. heavy stuff. i'll kinda go into that a bit more in a sec. their work grounds them, if only temporarily.

n soooooo... IDW comic stuff happens. metal virus time. starline gets kicked out of the empire.

now, as the comics are ongoing, n as this is already an au, there's gonna be divergence, n i must admit i haven't planned out all that yet. there's a lot i have to consider!! infinite being w the resistance/restoration is a big game changer ... tho i Do believe that they were absent, likely on a far out mission during most of the chaos. eggman doesn't know abt them, nor does starline or anyone else other than the sonic crew; n some civilians that recognise them.

i'm not 100% sure of Exactly when it happens, but i think it's just after bad guys, that infinite is sent to locate n bring in starline. it doesn't prove too difficult. there's a whole, starline realising "oh fuck it's you???", some bickering n, the two don't hit it off right away. they're both kinda like. not mentally stable ddgddgdds,,,

so uh. starline ends up essentially going thru the same sorta shit as infinite. careful watch, rebuilding, all that jazz, making sure he can be trusted. he's like... very very lost, quite like infinite is. the world has kinda calmed down, in the meanwhile.

it's at this point i'm gonna go ahead n drop a bit of a ramble i subjected my friends to a while ago, to articulate the way i see the two, n their dynamic together!! i was considering making this it's own post a while ago!

analysing their characters a bit... let's look at starline. Like. so we have this, in bad guys, which SENT ME tbfh;

i feel like it's the moment that triggers starline onto the path he is rn canonically,,, he's clearly like. rly mad n bitter. the core of this?? he wants his work n his efforts to be acknowledged.

he's big angry. still kind of in denial at this stage. he has himself obsessed w/ the idea of making eggman see him as Worthy, that if he just tries hard enough, that'll happen. he's dependent on eggman's validation, n i mean, it's no surprise; he's followed him a Long Time by the sounds of it.

then in the recent issue, hold the fuck up, bc we got, This;

god. my god it's all comin together now homies. this???? this right here??? it is the CLASSIC "i have to do this to prove i'm strong n powerful n smart n worthy n should be respected please Give Me Acknowledgement" ..... n who else is Like That? can u see where im going w/ this?

i think most ppl are aware of infinite's character being extremely indicative of self worth/esteem issues n the need to prove themself, right?? the extreme adversity, repulsion, perhaps even fear toward the idea of being weak. the compulsion to prove otherwise, to show their strength, to become powerful, to conquer to make a point. their theme exudes this same energy as their behaviour in-game; an aggressive attitude, trying to assert themself, while if u rly listen...? the lyrics are actually really sad in places. it reeks of cover up, although composition wise, a v interesting thing to note is a lot of the more telling lyrics are prominent while some of the affirming ones are in the background. indicative of a desire to have their true feelings be heard but caught in a vicious loop?

okay okay that's yet Another different analysis. AHEM.

not to get deep on main (oh who the hell am i kidding that's the point of this entire thing) but i think starline has issues w/ his worth in a similar way to infinite. they both seem to have this need to Prove something, whether it's to others or themselves, n get caught in a toxic spiral of doing worse n worse things for Some kind of validation or acknowledgement. they'll go to really big lengths chasing that, n both of them ultimately sought validation in the wrong place n wrong way.

this is a big part of my starfinite dynamic,, n so, what happens, as they get closer n open up??? we have them BOTH realising together that they don't have to do fuck all to prove anything to anyone. they don't need to do all this to show they're strong n smart n worth something, not to anyone else OR themselves. they're enough as they are. they bond over that shared feeling that they have to do xyz, to prove themselves, n that desire to just finally be acknowledged n appreciated n help each other thru it. to help each other understand that other ppls approval, or lack thereof, doesn't define them, their strength, intelligence, and worthiness.

i feel like they have an interesting parallel between them in like... the above could be taken as a general analysis, but to go more in depth on this au specifically?? ...

starline followed eggman for presumably a long time n it no doubt left him feeling a heavy and deep regret for all that time wasted n spent on an unhealthy path. infinite kinda teaches him that what matters is what he's doing Now n also reminds him that if none of it happened, starline wouldn't have learnt a lot of the serious skills he has. n while starline still feels bad, he also realises himself that, he likely never would have crossed infinite's path if none of it happened. for that reason, he wouldn't take it back.

infinite has only been recently made, on the other hand. they haven't really existed long, yet, but so far their experiences haven't been very positive n it can be .... discouraging. starline sorta, shows infinite their limited experiences w/ the world are a very tiny fraction of what's out there, n things can absolutely change, yes, including for the better; that's the essence of life, a neverending, constant flow of change.

it's a big tale of moving on n letting go, honestly; made easier as they're doing it together. n as they heal n grow, well... these bitches gay. sfshshdgds like, ig that's putting it p bluntly but!! they start to trust each other, understand each other more. as they get to truly know who the other is, they both start developing The Feelings. they're both pretty oblivious n the reveal is totally unknown so far!! yeah, i know, bummer. i suck. boo. adafsfsds however i can say there will be lots of content in the making!! if that soothes the soul! i've got of ideas i hope to bring to life.

ofc there's still a lot of more specific things i haven't covered here so! if y'all want more juice hmu w/ more focused questions but !! this is the overview n i hope it was a decent read now that gave some uhhh! Cool Insight! yea!!! ✌

#jackal.txt #android infinite au #i need a proper name for this #infinite the jackal #dr starline #starfinite #long post #idw sonic spoilers

6 notes · View notes

reabrook332 · 4 years

Text

That Night

Namjoon x reader smut Dis: reader is feeling some sort of way towards Joon after the ‘incendent’ A/N: I’m trying here

It’s too late for this. I want to be home right now in my bed watching my favorite show but right now, I’ve been stuck here looking at his back for the last 4 hours. He’s been hunched over his desk writing lyrics all day. The pressure with the new album has been getting to him I can tell but everytime I ask him how he’s feeling he just tells me some weird philosophical shit and goes back to writing. So far the most interaction we’ve had has been when he asked me to go get coffee for him. My phone beeps. I take it out of my pocket to see that it was Hobi asking me to bring him some food to the dance studio for him. I giggle slightly at his request for Sprite and a Cheese-burger. Slipping on my shoes I stand up to head to the door “ Hey, i’m going to take Hoseok some food real quick i’ll be back.” He doesn’t say anything, just nods and I make my journey to the break room and grab the goods and make my way to the dance studio. While walking to the dance studio I contemplated my situation. He has been in such a weird mood lately I can’t describe it ever since the incident. We were in a very compromising position...well as comprising as me moaning his name with my legs in the air as it can be. For some reason I think he was more embarrassed then I was. Needless to say I felt very bad for Jimin’s eyes that day the door still has a few cracks in it from when he slammed it. Ever since Namjoon has been in a weird mood all the time. A blush creeps up my neck as I think of that night. I don’t know if it’s from embarrassment or from excitement. I remember it so well. We were so excited to have finished the album so excited in fact that he hugged me which he never does. I remember how he looked at me before kissing me with such need. It was like he was trying to devour me. Soon our hands started roaming up and down each other’s bodies and well you can guess that things escalated. However, just as we were getting to the good part, face in between my legs on his shoulders. Jimin walks in with the other boys behind him but they didn’t see anything due to Jimin slamming the door and saving the last of Namjoon’s and I’s dignity. To this day Jimin still can’t look me in the eyes….poor boy. The sight of Hobi crouched down in front of his phone was quite a funny sight. When he heard me come in he ended what I guess was a VLive and eagerly walked over to me. I guess his hunger was more important than the millions of fans that were watching him just a few seconds ago. After taking a few bites he looks at me in amusement but with a hint of pity. “ soooooo.” I cut him off “ I don't even want to talk about it.” He snorts as he tries to laugh. “ He’s still not talking to you.” “ Of course he talks to me, he has to if he wants his coffee in the morning” Hobi gives me a look of ‘you can’t be serious’ “ Fine, fine! No he has not talked to me about what happened and to be honest i’d rather not talk about it.” Hobi holds his hands up in defence “ whoa, I’m not to one who got caught.” “ Oh shut up.” He burst out laughing then continued on his food. I decided to take the long way back to Joon’s studio. I need to mentally prepare myself to be in the same room as him. I do wonder what would have happened if Jimin hadn’t walked in would it had escalated further or would you guys have stopped there. The feeling of dread creeps up as you reach the door to his studio and punch the new code. He changed it after the incident. I was not ready for the sight of a shirtless Namjoon in the studio. He looks like a deer in headlights. We make eye contact for several long seconds before I turn away, cheeks red and he puts on a new shirt. “ Sorry I spilled coffee on my shirt and had to change” he says trying to ease the tension in the room. Now if only he could ease the tension in between your legs….. Wait…..shit. You seriously did not just think that. I need to sit down and try to think of other things. The shirt he changed into is a plain white one that fit his muscles so well. If only his fans knew how buff and big this guy really is like, he’s massive. I didn’t realize I was staring at him so long till I saw him begin to turn to look at me. Trying my best to make it look like I wasn’t looking at him I quickly look down at my phone to try to make it look like I was doing something. “Y/N.” Damn his voice is so sexy when he says my name. “ Yes, Namjoon” “ Could you please get me another coffee.” and like that he turns back around without another word and goes back to working on lyrics. It was a short trip to get him his coffee. I looked at my watch to see it read 3AM. God can I just go home already and sleep. When I get back I gently put the coffee on his desk and he nods in appreciation. I got a whiff of him, dear lord does he smell good. Suddenly another wave of heat goes through me and now the want to leave only increases. Now I have a mission when I get home and it’s to get rid of the need to fuck him as soon as possible, and to do that i’m gonna go home and masturbate until it’s hurts. Sitting back down I cross my legs to try to relieve at least some of the pressure between my legs. I need something to distract me and what better way than to read smutty fanfiction. Another hour passed by the amount of pure filth I've read is amazing. Namjoon suddenly stood up and started stretching. I can’t at this point but to shamelessly stare at this building of a man. I can see the trails of little hair that go down into his jeans. I don’t even notice that he saw me staring at him. It was at this moment I realized that I can’t take this sexual tension anymore. “ Well this has been a very long night. I really need to get home” I turn to grab my purse but stop when I feel a large hand grab my wrist and spend me back to where Namjoon and I are face to face. Literal centimeters apart from each other. He looks at my lips then back to meet my eyes. He speaks in a hush tone. “ Why won’t you talk to me?” Um…what. I think my confusion showed on my face because he takes a step back and runs his fingers through his mullet. “ I just m-mean that you haven’t talked to me since the incident.” Oh my god don’t tell me that all this time he thought that I was avoiding him this entire time. A small “oh” was the only thing to come out of my mouth before I started laughing and I feel like he didn’t like that response. “ ‘oh?’ that's all you have to say. I’ve been sitting here thinking that you hate me for the past week and all you have to say is ‘oh’” I look at him flabbergasted while struggling to hold back my laughter “I-I-...wait no you’ve been the one not talking to me.” he looks at me for a moment before it clicks what was going on. His face falls into his hands as he does a facepalm then he nods his head a little.He looks back up at me and says “ so you mean to tell me that we’ve been avoiding each other because we thought the other person was avoiding us.” I slowly nod my head. He chuckles to himself before sitting down in the chair and looking at me. “ I guess this is kinda funny in a ironic way.” He laughs and just looks at me. I can’t believe him, 148IQ and he pulls shit like this. I am genuinely flabbergasted by this man like how can someone be so smart yet so dumb. Maybe it was the tiredness or maybe it was the heat pooling between your legs but something compelled me to just throw caution to the wind. So I walked up to his chair, grabbed him by his collar and kissed him. He was caught off guard by it but then he started to kiss me back and pulled me closer to where I had to sit on his lap. We started making out,biting, sucking, the whole shabang when we started feeling eachother up he pulled away with hesitation. Looking down at him with his slightly swollen lips and tousled hair it was a beautiful site so much more different then the fanfics i’ve read about him. “ I really don’t think we should be doing this.” My heart breaks a little as I get up off him feeling humiliated and make my way to my bag, I hear him moving around behind me and something rustling and some clicking noises. Turning around I see that he has his coat on and has shut down the computers. “ I really don’t want to get caught again, so your house or mine?” He asks as he zips up his coat. I look at him with a WTF do you mean face and he just looks at me and says “ My house then.” I don’t even know how but somehow I am in a car with THE Kim Namjoon on my way to his house. Okay heart come down you’re beating a little too hard, but can I blame myself? I know what’s about to happen but still I can’t help but to be excited. Come on Y/N pull yourself together you’re a grown woman you’ve had sex before and he’s a grown man. Granted you don’t know much about about his sex life but I know he’s had a few one night stands here and there while on tour. Shit, what if I get fired for this? Was this just a pity fuck? He’s staring out the window right now, what if the same thought is going through his head right now? He’s doing that jaw clench thing oh shit what if this really is a pity fuck god that would be really embarassing. I knew I shouldn’t have kissed him fuck fuck fuck…. “Y/N.” “Yes?” He turns and looks at me, “ I’m sorry about not talking to you. I just thought you needed space.” wow way to do a whole 180 on the sexual tension between you guys and make it sentimental. “ It’s ok-” “No it’s not, I should have just taken initiative and talked to you. I was just embarrassed about the whole Jimin walking in on us and I felt like you were avoiding me out of embarrassment. I u-um I really like you Y/N but I know you could get in trouble with the company if we try to do anything, it was hard enough to get the boys to keep quiet about what happened.” He’s ramling “Joon, what are you trying to say?” I try to get him to talk slower so I can understand what he’s saying. “ I’m trying to say that… I really like you like realllly like you. I know however, that if you would be willing to have a relationship with me that we would have to keep it low-key.” wait…. is he asking me out right now. Shit I don’t know what to say to this. I know millions of people who would kill to be in this situation. But do I really want to be hidden from the world and live my life in fear if anyone found out. I’ve know this man for the past 4 years and I didn’t realize the years of romantic tension that has been building between us. If I did date him that means I have to quit my job, I mean, I’d definitely be set up for life with Namjoon. And if we break up what happens then? I won’t have a job to go back to. I think i’ve been quiet for too long cause his face starts to drop, “ I mean if you don’t want to that's ok.” wait no “ Joon I don’t know. It could mean that I have to leave my job. Don’t get me wrong I would love to, but you see what the fanbase does when they see a girl in your lives they’ll crucify me if they knew I exist.” “ But think about the ones who don’t care, Y/N. At some point those fans have to realize that I’m in my mid 20’s and at some point I have to move on and have my own family and life.” I think it over, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if we give it a try. “ Ok Joon” His eyes lit up, then he grabbed my face and kissed me. We are in his bed and everything feels so good. His bare chest is pressed against mine. We couldn’t even make it to the bedroom before we started stripping each other, pressing kisses wherever we could before clumsy making our way through his large home to his bedroom. I’ve never been inside of his house before but in that time I did notice that it was very modest in its decorations. By the time we got to his room I was only my bra and panties and him in his boxers. He’s kissing me so hard that I actually think that my lips are bruised. He puts his hand on my back to guide me on his bed as he kisses me and gently puts me on my back and settles between my legs. I can feel his getting hard while he grabs my face and deepens the kiss he pulls back for a second. “Y/N, are you ok with this.” I take a look at him and finally take in how he looks; hair disheveled from me running my hands through it and pulling on it, He was breathing hard and I can see all of his muscles moving. If only the fans knew how built this guy it’s not just that he was musculare he was just big. Every part of him was big and I mean every part of him from his shoulders all the way down to his thighs. I nod and he pushes me back down into the pillows to continue what we were doing before. Soon he started grinding into me slow and steading making me grow wetter with every slow movement his dick had grown harder by then to the point where I was actually concerned if it would even fit inside me. I let my hands roam around his body feeling his every muscle twitch. He started to spread the kisses down my neck sucking and biting, then down to my chest where he unclipped my bra to get fully to my breast. Joon had started sucking on one of my nipples while playing with the other one, teasing it causing me to moan. Smirking up at me he began to trail down further the lower he got the more I noticed how hard I was panting in anticipation for what was about to happen. This isn’t like I had Imagined it was slow and passionate, not rough and frenzied like I had wanted but this was so much better. Looking at my panties he looked up at me smirking, “ Do you wear paties like these everyday.” I nod not wanting him to know that I do wear granny panties most days while thanking God I decided to go with the black thong today. He started pulling them down a couple tugs later they were completely off. Before he could do anything else he stood up and walked to his drawer pulling out a condom and holy shit it’s a king size. Suddenly his phone buzzed on the dresser he walked over to it to see who it was then a look of annoyance on his face is very evitable on his face as he answeredhis phone, “Hello… Right now?... Okay...Yes, Jimin...Okay I’m on my way.” Of course it’s fucking Jimin that has to ruin the moment. Maybe this is a sign. My thoughts are intrupted when I’m shoved back on the bed by a very annoyed Namjoon, oh boy I think this moment just took a turn. I didn’t even realized he put the condom on before he settles inbetween my legs and looks back at me waiting for me to give my approval I nod my head again then in the matter of seconds he lines himself up and begins pushing into me. A few moments later he’s completly inside of me then he dips his head lower to my ear and wispers “ I’m not going to let him ruin this moment for me again.” then proceeds to thrust in and out of me at first slow and steady it felt so sweet having him be inside me filling me up. He does somthing that I didn’t expect though, he pulls out then flips me over onto my belly and goes back in going even herder then he was going before. Wrapping one arm around my throat and putting the other on by the side of my head I can hear his heavy breathing in my ear. “ I’m sorry baby but I have to make this quick they want me back at the studio.” buring his head in the crook of my neck he starts grunting and moaning about how good I feel. By this point I am a moaning mess as I try to reach one arm around to caress his hair but he grabs my hand and pushes it back down. His weight on top of me is sufficating but I love it so much the feeloign of him being inside of me and his thick thighs slamming into mine the lewd sound of skin on skin making me even wetter. I feel my orgasm coming and I start moaning louder he took the hint and moves his hand down to grip my waist making my back arch more has he starts literally drilling into me. Within seconds I became undone under him. He cums soon after with one final thrust. I feel dazed but happy...and really tired so tired I look over to the clock on the nightstand its 5:30 AM no wonder. His bed is so big and cozy, a girl could get used to this. Joon comes back in the room in clean clothes carring some water and some snacks placing them on the nightstand then sitting on the bed looking at me, “ I have to head back. You can stay here and sleep come in when your ready.” he says as he caresses my hair. I didn’t realize I fell asleep till I woke up hours later in his room I actually thought it was a fever dream. Walking into the studio felt like I was doing a walk of shame down the halls. Walking into Joon’s studio was embarassing to say the least all of the boys were in there and them all stopped talking the look at me. Hobi had a shit eating grin and I knew that he knew not only from that but also from Namjoon’s red face and Jimin seeming mortified. Kookie started laughing, “ I guess we have a new couple.”

#bts btsxreader Namjoon kim namjoon x reader reader

14 notes · View notes

plusultrabitchez · 6 years

Text

Rooms On Fire Chapter 25: The Adventures of Hitoshi & Hades

It was 1am as you walked back home. You had just worked for 18 hours straight and were completely exhausted. It had been 3 weeks since you got back from Vegas and you and Hitoshi were working nonstop. Neither of you has had a day off since you got back and you had been on opposite schedules. Hitoshi was just getting home while you were getting ready to leave and vice versa. You hadn't had the chance to be intimate in over a week and you were both pent up and grumpy. On top of all that you had also got the news that you would be leaving to go on an out of town reconnaissance mission...for 10 days.

You trudged up the stairs to the townhome and were surprised to see that some lights were still on. Hades greeted you at the door with a wagging tail and sloppy kisses. "Hey bubs!" You cooed and kneeled down to give him kisses and scratch his ears.

"(Y/N)?" Hitoshi called from the kitchen making you perk up. "Toshi? What are you doing up?" You jolted up and ran into the kitchen. You were greeted by a shirtless Hitoshi and a dinner of fried rice and gyoza. He smiled and brought you in for a tight hug. "I have tomorrow off so I wanted to stay up and make you dinner." You nuzzled into his chest and teared up. How did you get so lucky? Hitoshi heard you sniffle into his chest. "Whoa, (Y/N) are you okay?" He cupped your face in his hands and tilted your head up to look at him. He wiped the tears away with his thumbs and looked at you full of concern.

"Yeah I'm good. I just miss you and you're so sweet and I just..." You started full on crying. "You're really hot and I'm so hungry and this looks so good." Hitoshi chuckled and gave you a kiss. "Come gorgeous, let's eat and watch Scream." You sniffed and smiled at him. "Fucking hell I love you."

The two of you ate and then snuggled up on the couch. Hitoshi laid on his back and you laid on your stomach on top of him. He played with your hair and rubbed your back as you two watched the movie. You sighed happily as you felt yourself starting to doze off. "What time do you have to go in tomorrow?" Hitoshi asked softly. "They're giving me tomorrow off." You mumbled. He smiled. "Oh yeah? So we'll have the day together?" "Mmmhmm." You remembered the news you got today and it jolted you out of your dozing. "Ah fuck." Hitoshi quirked a brow at you as you resituated to look at him. "Soooooo I'm going out of town for a mission." "When do you leave?" "Day after tomorrow." "Okay, for how long?" You cringed. "Ten days." Hitoshi's face fell. "Ten days?" You looked at him apologetically and nodded. He sighed and brought you down to hold you tight. "So you get back..." "The day of the rehearsal dinner." You completed his sentence causing Hitoshi to groan.

"Well, it sucks and I'll miss you like crazy, but as long as you come back to me safe and sound it'll be okay." He kissed the top of your head. "Are you going to be okay with Hades for that long?" You asked. Hitoshi's brows furrowed. "What is that supposed to mean?" "Nothing....its just." You looked over at Hades who was asleep in his bed. "You two haven't bonded yet and I don't want him to give you a hard time when I'm gone." "We'll be fine trust me." You nodded. A smirk grew on Hitoshi's face and gave your ass a firm squeeze. "We're staying in bed all day tomorrow." . . . "Okay call me if you need help with anything and I'll get back to you ASAP." You rolled your suitcase into the entryway where Hitoshi was rolling his eyes. "(Y/N) stop freaking out. Everything will be fine." He grumbled for the millionth time. You gave him the millionth apologetic look. "Sorry, sorry. I know you got this." Hitoshi nodded. You looked outside as a black sedan pulled up to take you to your next location.

"Okay, I'll call you when I get to where I'm going, it'll be a few hours, and remember to put the leash on him BEFORE you open the door." Hitoshi glared at you. "Yeah I know. You've only told me a million fucking times." He snapped. Did you really not think he could take care of Hades? "Sorry!" You whined and pulled him into a tight hug. "I love you Hitoshi." He hugged you back. "I love you too (Y/N)." He cupped the back of your head and brought you in for a kiss. You hummed happily as the kiss deepened and his tongue grazed your bottom lip before tangling with yours. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you stood on your tippy toes to reach him. He smirked into the kiss and backed you up against the wall and let his hands wander to your hips and gripped you tightly.

"Fuck Hitoshi." You breathed between heated kisses. A loud honk from the car outside brought you both back to reality. Hitoshi growled and rested his forehead against yours as you both caught your breath. "I guess this will have to be a teaser for what's to come when you get back." He said in a low voice. You bit your lip and giggled. "Well I can't wait." HONK Both of you groaned and rolled your eyes. You grabbed the handle of your suitcase and gave Hitoshi one last quick kiss goodbye before heading out the door. You tossed your suitcase in the trunk and climbed in the back seat and rolled the window down. "See ya Tiger." "See ya gorgeous." Hitoshi waved as the car pulled off.

He went back inside and closed the door. The house was so quiet without your voice. Hitoshi grabbed a beer from the fridge before he meandered into the living room where he found Hades sitting in his spot. Hitoshi quirked a brow at the big beast. "Move buddy, that's my spot." Hades just stared at him, not budging. Hitoshi's brows knitted together. "Hades, off the couch." He said in a commanding tone. No reaction. He sighed heavily and sat on a different part of the couch. It was going to be a long ten days. . . . After a few hours of binging forensic files while absentmindedly scrolling through his phone it was time for Hitoshi to go to bed. You had called an hour prior to let him know you arrived safely and to say your goodnights.

The dishes were done, animals fed, and now all he had to do was let Hades out to do his business before heading to bed. He trudged to the back door leading to the fenced in backyard and opened it up. "Come on Hades. Go do your business bud." Hades huffed and stretched out on the couch but didn't get up. Hitoshi sighed. "Dude come on, please?" Hitoshi swore he saw Hades roll his eyes before hopping off the couch and trotting outside. He hung out on the porch as Hades sniffed around the backyard. After about 15 minutes Hitoshi was getting a little impatient. "Are you ever gonna go?" He groaned.

Hades huffed at him and then sat down in the middle of the yard. Hitoshi's eyes narrowed at the animal. They started each other down for a solid 5 minutes. "Are you just going to sit there?" Hades shifted his weight back and forth on his front paws and huffed again.

This dog was going to be the death of him. . . . The loud buzzing of his alarm woke Hitoshi up the next morning. He groaned and shut it off before sitting up in bed. It had taken him 30 minutes to coax Hades back inside and even after that he refused to come upstairs. He knew Hades would pout because (Y/N) wasn't here, but he didn't think it would be this bad. Hitoshi now understood why (Y/N) was so concerned about leaving.

The next week carried on like this. Hades would begrudgingly eat then go outside and took his own sweet time. Hitoshi had tried to take him for a evening walk when he returned from work, but Hades wouldn't budge when he put the leash on him. The massive pit bull would just lay down in the doorway and pout.

"I know you want to go on a walk. Whenever your mom even says the word 'walk' you have a conniption fit." He complained as he tugged on the leash. Hades just glared at him and sighed. Hitoshi groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Fine! Don't have a walk." He removed the leash from the dogs harness and put it on its hook by the front door.

"Fuck it!" Hitoshi threw his hands up in defeat and went upstairs to take a shower. He closed the bedroom door since he knew Hades would be sleeping downstairs again. As he got out of the shower and wrapped his towel around his waist he heard his phone ringing in the bedroom. He rushed over and saw that (Y/N) was video calling him.

"Hey (Y/N)!" He said happily. "Hey Toshi!" You said excitedly. It was heart warming how happy he looked. Like a kid on Christmas morning. "It's so good to see your face." Hitoshi said and sat down on the bed. You were still in your hero costume and covered in smudges. You had clearly just gotten back to where you were staying. "I miss you so much." You smiled softly. "I miss you too Toshi." You propped your phone up and took off your jacket. "How are things there?" Hitoshi bit his lip as he watched you remove your jacket. He really missed you. "Earth to Toshi?" You cooed. He shook his head and cleared his throat. "S-Sorry, it's uh, it's good. Just busy with work and helping Midoriya with some wedding things here and there." "That's a lot. Are you getting enough rest and eating well?" You asked bending over to take off your thigh holsters that held your weapons.

Hitoshi's eyes were fixed to his phone. You'd current position gave him a great view of your chest. "Yeah. I'm...doing...fine." You smirked to yourself knowing how pent up he was. Hell you were too. "Hey Toshi?" "Yeah?" "You Ugh, got some drool right there." You teased pointing at the corner of his mouth. Hitoshi wiped his mouth and chuckled as his cheeks heated up. "Shut up." You giggled as he flipped off the phone a big grin playing on his face. "Mmm I wish." You said as an idea entered your mind. You backed up so the camera would get most of your body into frame. You slowly started to undo the zipper and hooks that held your top in place. Hitoshi bit his lip hoping he was right about what you were about to do next.

You turned around so your back was to the camera. Hitoshi used this opportunity to check out your plump ass. He was already painfully hard and he wanted you here with him. He removed his towel and waited for you to continue.

You let your top slide off and fall to the floor. Your bare back to the camera. You slowly turned around and ran your hands down your body. Your breasts on full display for Hitoshi. "You are the best girlfriend." He breathed out at the sight of you. He marveled at your hourglass figure as you swayed your hips back and forth and played with your nipples making them hard. Hitoshi started stroking his throbbing erection needing some sort of release. "How hard are you?" You asked softly. You wanted this as much as Hitoshi did. "Painfully." He replied. "Mmm." You bit your lower lip as you turned away from the camera again and hooked your thumbs into the hem of you pants. "Oh fuck (Y/N)." Hitoshi groaned as he continued to stroke himself slowly.

You slowly slipped off your pants and underwear and bent over in front of the camera. You crawled onto the bed, now completely naked, and got on all fours and spread your legs putting yourself on full display for your boyfriend. Hitoshi groaned. What he would give to bury himself between your legs right now. "I'm so fucking wet Hitoshi." You moaned as you slipped two fingers into yourself. "You're so fucking sexy (Y/N)." Hitoshi's hand moved faster. It didn't feel anywhere close to as good as you made him feel, but the sight of you bent over and pleasuring yourself made it so much better. A small whine came from the opposite side of the bedroom door. Hades must've heard your voice. Hitoshi's attention was quickly brought back to the image on his phone.

"I want you so bad." You whined as you slipped a third finger into your wet folds wishing it was Hitoshi's cock instead. "Yeah? Want me to bend you over and take you like that." He asked gruffly. You whined and nodded as you continued to pump your fingers in and out of your soaking pussy. He heard pawing at the bedroom door but ignored it. "I'd pull those braids while I fucked you deep in that tight little pussy of yours." His voice was low and dripping with lust. "Mmm fuck Toshi. That'd feel so good" You moaned as you quickened your pace. You loved it when he talked dirty do you.

"You only have three fingers in right now. I know you can take more than that. Let's make it four." He instructed as he pumped himself faster. You pumped a fourth finger inside you and moaned. Your small fingers didn't compare to Hitoshi's length and girth. "Good girl. Now play with your clit. I want you to cum for me." Your other hand moved to stroke your clit as instructed and made you call out. "Fuck you're so unbelievably sexy (Y/N)." Hitoshi groaned. He was going to cum soon. "I love you. You're so amazing." He praised. "Hitoshi! Fuck I'm gonna-" you couldn't finish your sentence as you moaned loudly and came around your fingers. "That's it gorgeous." He moaned as he watched your juices slowly drip out of your pussy as you continued to pump your fingers as you came. The sight drove him wild. He came into his towel and moaned. "Fuck (Y/N)!" "Mmm Hitoshi." You moaned coming down from your high.

Hades burst through the bedroom door and bolted towards Hitoshi's phone. "Fuck! Hades no!" Hitoshi tried to dodge but his reflexes were shot. The 90lb Pitbull rocketed onto the bed, grabbed Hitoshi's phone in his mouth, and took off kicking Hitoshi in the dick in the process. "Fucking hell!" He fell off the bed and curled up in pain.

After a minute or two he was able to stand upright and slipped on some sweatpants and looked for Hades. "This mother fucking dog stole my mother fucking phone during mother fucking phone sex and then kicked me in the mother fucking dick." He grumbled as he went down the stairs. He reached the living room to find Hades in his bed with the phone wagging his tail and (Y/N) baby talking him. "Don't encourage him!" He groaned walking over and taking his phone back. Hades whined and barked at Hitoshi as he wiped off the slobber.

You had put on PJs, taken your hair down, and were in bed. You giggled when you saw Hitoshi's super grumpy expression. "I'm sorry Tiger. I heard you yell, are you okay?" "No. You're fucking dog kicked me in the dick when he stole my phone." "Oh fuck, are you okay?" Your concern made him feel a little better. "Yeah I guess." He grumbled. "My poor baby." You cooed. Hitoshi smirked. "You'll have to kiss it and make it better when you get back." You grinned. "Oh Tiger I'll be doing more than that." You bit your lip and winked at him. Hitoshi sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "I don't want to wait 2 more days to see you damnit." "Me neither suga, but I'm almost done getting the info I need for this mission." "I don't care how busy we are, when you get home I'm going to have my way with you." He growled. You giggled. "Oh I can't wait." . . . Tomorrow morning. That's when you were coming home and Hitoshi couldn't wait. He had cleaned the entire townhouse, did all the laundry and grocery shopping so you wouldn't have to worry about anything when you got home. He was in a great mood and nothing could bring him down.

It was around 8pm and Hitoshi was going to try one more time to take Hades for a walk. Hades was pouting in his bed. "Come on boy." Hitoshi's said as he patted his knees to coax him. Hades sighed and got up and begrudgingly walked to the front door with Hitoshi. He grabbed the leash that was hanging from the hook and opened the door. He turned around to put the leash on Hades when it happened. Hades bolted out the door at full speed.

"No! Hades! Come back!" Hitoshi bolted after him but Hades was gone. "Fuck fuck fuck!" Hitoshi was freaking out. He did NOT just lose her dog. She would kill him. She loved that dog as much as she loved him. He ran around the neighborhood calling his name while he got out his phone and dialed Kaito Kubo.

"HITOSHI MY BOY! HOW ARE YA?"

"Hi Kaito okay this is an emergency (Y/N) is out of town and I'm looking after Hades and I opened the door before the leash and he bolted and he won't come to me because he hates me can you help me please?!" He was out of breath as he jogged through the neighborhood.

"OH FUCK! I'LL BE RIGHT THERE!" Kaito said and hung up.

Hitoshi ran up and down their street and had no luck. He was in a full on panic and kicking himself. (Y/N) would be heartbroken and furious if anything happened to Hades. He can't believe he fucked up this bad. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Kaito call out to him. "MY BOY ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" He asked and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I did door before leash. She told me so many times leash before door and my dumbass did door before leash. She's going to kill me." Kaito gave Hitoshi a sympathetic look. "Don't worry, we'll find him." He looked around. "ISN'T THERE A PARK NEARBY?" Hitoshi lit up. "YES! She takes him there all the time!"

The pair of them ran to the nearby park and scoured the area for over 20 minutes but there was no sign of him.

"Okay Okay. Umm fuck think! Where else does she take him?" Hitoshi thought out loud. "Oh! Our brunch spot!" "BRUNCH SPOT?" Kaito asked. "Yeah yeah, there's this great little brunch spot when go to when the weather is nice and we bring Hades with us and eat on the patio. (Y/N) always gets him a big meat plate." Kaito laughed. "THAT'S ADORABLE! DOG BRUNCH!"

Hitoshi and Kaito took off running down the street like mad men. The brunch spot was several blocks away next to a busy street. All the worse possible scenarios ran through his mind as they ran calling out for Hades along the way.

The restaurant was dark and the patio wasn't lit up. Hitoshi hopped the fence and looked around as he made his way to their usual spot. And there he was. Hades completely unharmed, sitting down resting his head on the chair where (Y/N) always sat. It was actually heartbreaking how sad he looked. He crouched down next to him. "Hey Hades." He said softly scratching his ears. Hades whined. "I know bud I miss her too. But she'll be back soon. I promise." Kaito hopped the fence and breathed a sigh of relief as he saw Hitoshi with Hades. Hitoshi clipped on his leash. "Come on Hades. Let's go home. Your mom will be back tomorrow." To his surprise Hades actually complied. The three slowly made their way back to the townhouse. As they passed a little supermarket Hitoshi stopped and gave Hades to Kaito. "I'm going to go grab something for Hades. I'll be right back." Kaito smiled and nodded.

After a few minute Hitoshi came out of the store with a big slab of bacon and a steak. He crouched down in front of Hades who was wagging his tail wildly as he unwrapped the meat he had just bought. As soon as the bacon was presented to Hades he scarfed the treat only pausing to howl happily. Hades would howl or "sing" as (Y/N) called it, whenever he was really happy about something.

Hitoshi and Kaito laughed as the dog continued to sing for them as he chomped away at the bacon. Hitoshi stood up. "Alright buddy, you'll get the steak when we get home." Hades wagged his tail and trotted right next to Hitoshi the whole walk back. Kaito chuckled as he watched the pair. "I THINK YOU FINALLY WON HIM OVER." "If I knew that all it took was buying him a slab of bacon I would've done it ages ago."

They reached the townhouse and Hitoshi invited Kaito in for a drink to say thank you for helping him find Hades. They sat down at the bar in the kitchen and cracked open two beers while Hades chomped away at his giant steak.

"SO SHE GETS HOME TOMORROW MORNING?" Kaito asked, his voice booming through the house as usual. Hitoshi nodded as he took a sip of his drink. "Yup. It's only been 10 days but I swear it's felt like months." He shook his head and looked down at Hades who had finished his steak and was now sitting next to Hitoshi. "I'm so glad we found him. I would've never forgiven myself if something happened." Kaito chuckled. "I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN. FIRST TIME I WATCHED HIM FOR (Y/N) I LOST HIM TOO!" Hitoshi looked at him in shock. "Wait really?" "YUP! I DID THE DOOR BEFORE LEASH JUST LIKE YOU AND HE BOLTED." He took a sip of his beer while Hitoshi laughed. "SHE NEVER KNEW IT HAPPENED SO DON'T WORRY. YOU'RE SECRET IS SAFE WITH ME." He winked.

Hitoshi laughed. "Well I was going to tell her but you're right. Probably best not to worry her." Kaito eyed Hitoshi with a grin on his face. "SO YOU WERE GOING TO BE HONEST WITH HER EVEN THOUGH YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO AND IT PROBABLY MEAN YOU WOULD GET CHEWED OUT?" Hitoshi shrugged. "Well yeah. I tell her everything. She's my partner and best friend. Why wouldn't I?" Kaito smiled. "YOU KNOW I'M SO THANKFUL SHE IS WITH YOU MY BOY. FOR THE LONGEST TIME I WAS WORRIED SHE WOULDN'T FIND HER PERFECT MATCH AND SHE DID. YOU'RE AN EXCELLENT MAN HITOSHI."

Hitoshi's face flushed. "Thanks Kaito. She motivates me every day to be the best I can be. It's been like that ever since we met at UA." He sighed. "I just love her more than anything in this world and I want to do everything in my power to make sure she's happy, safe, and cared for. She's always bending over backwards to help others and never complains. I want to make sure that I'm there to take care of her because she deserves that." Kaito's heart melted with happiness and pride. "That she does." Hitoshi took a deep breath. "Wait here, I'll be right back."

Kaito nodded and sipped on his beer while Hitoshi went upstairs to grab something. He looked nervous when he came back downstairs. He held a little black box in his hands. "I was going to ask you in a few weeks after all the wedding craziness, but I feel now is as good a time as any." Hitoshi opened the box and revealed a engagement ring. It was rose gold with a salt and pepper diamond surrounded by smaller diamonds to resemble a star. "So two things. 1. Do you think she'll like it? And 2. May I have your blessing?" Kaito let out a loud jolly laugh. "OF COURSE!!!" He swooped up Hitoshi into a bear hug. "I CAN'T WAIT TO HAVE A SON!!! I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU BOTH!" He placed Hitoshi back down on the ground. "WHEN ARE YOU ASKING?" "Our anniversary is coming up so I was thinking I would ask her then."

"LET ME KNOW IF YOU NEED ANY ASSISTANCE PLANNING!" Kaito was over the moon excited. He was bouncing up and down and clapping his hands together rapidly. "I WILL MAKE THE CAKE!" "The wedding cake?" Hitoshi chuckled. Kaito ended up going on and on about wedding planning for the next hour and Hitoshi gladly let him do so. He was relieved that he not only got Kaito's blessing but that he was insanely excited for the two of them.

Now he had to figure out how to make the actual proposal perfect.

(Pic of the ring below)

#rooms on fire #shinsou hitoshi #mha hitoshi #bnha hitoshi #hitoshi x reader #shinsou x reader #bnha shinsou #mha shinsou #fanfic #bnha fanfic #mha fanfiction #fanfiction #Kenzi Kubo #Kaito Kubo #lemon

37 notes · View notes

fourangers · 6 years

Text

Uchiha Sasuke’s odd mating rituals (ch. 1/4)

“Marry me.”

Naruto almost choked, sending a spray of ramen broth from his mouth. At this point of his life, he sort of expected these two words coming up one day, but first he thought he would be the one uttering it towards some nice girl and second, he'd never predicted that it'd be muttered through his best friend's monotone voice.

“Come again?” Naruto coughed, picking few napkins to clean up the mess.

Adjusting from his seat, Sasuke thinned his lips. “I mean it. We're the last ones who didn't hook up from our group, I think? Everyone in our age group is either married or soon to be married.”

“Um, that's hardly an excuse why I should accept your proposal, bastard. Are you out of your fucking mind?”

Sasuke rolled his eyes. “We're already pushing thirties, Naruto. Also, people are nagging me to settle down and marry some girl and it's really annoying.”

“Well, you could choose one of them to marry. Just close your eyes and point in a random direction, I'm sure you'll find one out of your endless horde of fangirls.” Naruto shrugged, drinking his glass of water.

“As if you didn't have a horde of your own.” Naruto blinked, not quite capturing Sasuke's quiet grumble. Before he would question it, his friend said. “No, I'm not in the mood to marry someone I barely know. Not to mention that I have a feeling that most of them are the nagging, immature bunch.”

“Yeah well, sucks to be you. Why can't you just do what regular people would do? Like meeting some person you'll find interesting, dating and so on?”

“Too troublesome.”

“Now you're sounding exactly like Shikamaru.”

“It is quite a hassle. All the time wasted looking for someone who would fit your tastes and all the boring conversation you’ll have to do to get to know him or her, I’d rather live as a hermit than do anything like it.”

“Well, you should try it one day, who knows you might find someone you like.” Naruto snorted.

Sasuke harrumphed. “You're really not one to talk. You got two, or three dates with Sakura I think? Before both realizing that you’d rather stay as friends. And then your date with Hinata was such a disaster that she instantly dropped her crush on you once this was over. As well as some other girls later.”

“You know it’s your fault right.” Naruto poked Sasuke’s shoulder viciously. “Every time I’m on a date for some reason you’re always nearby to ruin it and I’m sure you’re doing this on purpose to laugh on my face.”

“It’s a coincidence, I assure you.” Sasuke grumbled, though a smirk playing on the corner of his lips told otherwise. “It’s not my fault that those girls couldn’t handle some minor issues here and there.”

Blue eyes narrowed in response, his lower lip jutting out.

“Also, instead of choosing any woman which I’m sure there’ll be nagging banshees that would continue to annoy me no matter what, marrying a guy would ought to shut them up, knowing that they have no chance. It’s perfect.”

“Yeah, it’s perfect for you, but why should I even marry you then?” Naruto grouched.

“What, haven’t you heard about the advantages of being married in Konoha?” Sasuke said.

“Wh⏤what?” Naruto straightened up, furrowing his eyebrows.

“You know that a lot of ninjas, due to hazards from our work, end up fearing getting attached to anyone. But for a huge village like Konoha who needs the population to keep on growing, this is not a good sign at all.”

“Right…” Naruto nodded. “And then?”

“So they approved some laws to stimulate more marriages, and I’m sure it’ll help us plenty too. Tax cuts from housing, higher wages and safer missions for us, getting discounts in some inns, and I heard they even give some money to spend on honeymoon.”

Naruto scratched the back of his head, mumbling. “Yeah well, sounds nice but...I don’t know…”

“And I’m not the only one who had this idea Naruto. I heard plenty shinobis out there only married on paper so they could get these advantages, when they are pretty much just friends. It’s easier for both of us to buy groceries, the expenses cut in half, and I can take care of your plants while you’re off in a mission.”

Naruto was quite impressed by all the amount of research Sasuke had done before starting this whole conversation. At first it appeared to be some kind of spur of the moment thing that his friend blurted out of nowhere but now it really felt that Sasuke had rehearsed the whole speech before presenting this idea. Was Sasuke running into some financial problems maybe?

And yet, Naruto groaned, squirming a little from his seat. “I guess you’re making this look kinda interesting but I don’t know...I still want to meet the one instead of using my marriage as some sort of contract. Sorry about that.” He muttered, one finger scratching his cheek. He wondered why he was feeling such guilt, seeing his best friend’s disappointed expression. He stood up, placing the money on the counter, his body already turning to the exit. “But I’m really happy you proposed this idea! Maybe you’ll get someone else who will agree⏤”

“I really need to marry soon.” Sasuke cut his diatribe, hand clutching on Naruto’s arm in a vice grip.

The thinly veiled desperate tone caught his attention, as Naruto faced the dark-haired nin. “Why? What do you mean by that?”

Sasuke sighed loudly. “It’s sort of...in the Uchiha clan, you can only fully reach adulthood once you marry someone. And my parents made sure to write on my will that I have to become an adult to get my inheritance, but my age limit is before I’m on my thirties. Or else, all the money will go to some distant relative, someone who is not even part of the clan.”

“...oh.” Naruto sat back next to Sasuke, grimacing in sympathy. “That sucks. So that’s why huh? Or else you wouldn’t blurt out of nowhere to me.”

Sasuke shrugged. “It doesn’t sound that bad right. I mean, we are practically married. We know each other pretty well, you’re already used to my habits and vice-versa and I can’t get you dumbass out of my sight no matter how much I try to shake you off, so it’s pretty close to a marriage right.”

“Yeah well, aside the fact we’re just friends, and marriage is usually with someone you love.” Naruto muttered incredulous. He noticed Sasuke stiffening on the corner of his eye before the Uchiha rolled his eyes in response. “Alright well, in any case, we can divorce once this is over.”

Sasuke studied him for a while, before he broke the eye contact. “Whatever.”

“Well, now thinking that not everything is set on stone, maybe this whole thing sounds more attractive to me.” Naruto nodded to himself, grinning.

“So you’re in?”

There was probably a weird ingredient in the Ramen broth, because for some reason Naruto imagined that Sasuke’s voice sounded giddy...somehow. Which is a completely wild and crazy concept, right? Right.

“Um…” He mumbled. “I still need some time to think through ok? I’ll give you an answer soon.”

“Hn.” Sasuke continued with his usual smooth self, assuring Naruto that whatever he noticed seconds prior was definitely some kind of weird hallucination.

⏤.⏤

“Sasuke asked you to marry him?” Bright emerald eyes blinked owlishly, as if she was taking time to fully absorb this bout of information.

“Yeah, something about having to marry to get his inheritance or anything like that.” Naruto muttered, while he drank his green tea.

“Ah. So that's what he said huh.” Sakura also sipped the warm beverage, contemplating. “Interesting…” She said, fingers drumming on the table absentmindedly.

Naruto stared at her then squinted his eyes. “Why are you smiling like this?”

Sakura tilted her head to one side, placing one hand on her face. “Like what?”

“Like…you're amused about some inside joke I'm not getting.”

“Am I? Naaaah, it must be your imagination.” She waved her hand, standing up from her seat. “Soooooo...you want to accept it?”

“Well...I don’t know, because it’s Sasuke...you know? My best friend and well, it’s all just too weird marrying your best friend.” Naruto groaned.

“Lee is one of my best friends and I’m married to him.” Sakura pointed out.

Naruto opened and then closed his mouth, conceding. “Okay, but well. It’s still Sasuke you know.”

Sakura hummed, savoring the tea. “Well, aside that, you know that Konoha has plenty of laws that⏤”

“Favor married people, I know, Sasuke told me about that before.” Naruto grumbled.

“So what’s stopping you?”

“Errr...honestly I don’t get you guys. Did I step into some weird dimension or some shit like that for you two to insist in this marriage? I don’t...see Sasuke in a romantic way, so why should I marry him?” Naruto shrugged awkwardly.

He also attempted not to shift too much from Sakura’s scrutinizing eyes, his nervousness spiking as she kept on her silent analysis.

She relented at last, slumping from her seat. “You know, marriage is so much more than just physical attraction and mutual feelings. It’s a complex concept, like sharing your entire life with someone you adore, see his pains and achievements, juggle our days between habits, flaws and qualities. Till death do us apart.” Picking up her kettle, she poured more hot liquid in Naruto’s cup as she resumed her speech. “And I can see this happening between you two you know? Despite the lack of romance.”

“But...the whole reason of a marriage is making those romantic feelings real, written in paper. Take this out and there’s only friendship and I’m pretty satisfied with what Sasuke and I have as it is.” Naruto responded back.

“Yeah, but don’t forget about Sasuke’s problem, his inheritance.” Sakura pointed out. “Look.” She approached and seized his hands. “We know Sasuke really well, like...half of our lives. And you know him the best. Sasuke is not someone who would express his emotions to anyone, only to people he’s really fond of, you’re one of them. So you really think that Sasuke would ask for help this easily, not unless he trust this person completely? Think about it.”

Naruto huffed, dropping his shoulders. “Yeah...I guess…”

“And well...considering the past from both of you, all the hardships you two went together...it’s nice, right?” Sakura smiled, making Naruto bewildered in return. “Have someone constantly in your life, erasing your loneliness. I’m sure you’ll enjoy his companionship the most Naruto.”

He frowned, staring down the tea cup, now lukewarm.

Soon after he thanked Sakura’s advice, he hopped through the village, finding Sasuke’s apartment. Grinning mischievously, Naruto slid the window open as silent as he could, gliding in the bedroom and ready spook his friend out, grabbing his shoulder and⏤ he was suddenly pressed down, kunai dangerously close to his throat and red irises shining in midst of the night.

“It’s me! Geez grouchy much?” Naruto yowled, picking up the kunai in a deft move and slithering away from Sasuke’s grasp.

Sharingan still glared in response. “What do you want? Dumbass.”

“Yeah, about that.” Naruto chirped out. “Let’s get married then!”

Part 2 here

#SasuNaru #snstext #sn fic #drabble

104 notes · View notes

carcinized · 3 years

Note

Okay tell me the magic powers I wanna know

oh boy. theyre the magic powers of a) heightened intuition and b) weird coincidences like seriously what the FUCK

[warning for like. uhhh superstitious stuff, talk of paranormal stuff, just,,, weird coincidences??? yeah]

so heightened intuition is kind of what i consider the weird coincidences that could have been my subconscious mind putting pieces of information together and only sharing half the conclusion with my conscious mind. picking up on maybe four things i KNOW, then reaching a vague conclusion that turns out to be correct without informing me WHY.

for example, a few days ago my cousins and i were hanging out in the dark under the stars (we were camping, thats why i was gone!! :D) and kinda just hanging out and talking about life. which came to superstition and then being spiritual--my cousins use like. hippie crystals as placebos, kind of (this is a different story but essentially while they dont believe they have magic properties, they use them as ways to channel confidence, happiness, etc. consciously, if that makes sense). and my eldest cousin knows a lot about different types!!!

and she starts talking about how some of them are weird, and she says the word "moldavite" and all my hair stands on end and i WHIRL around to check behind me (nothing was there dw). she goes on to inform me that moldavite is the weirdest, most sketchy crystal--it's supposed to suck negative energy out of your life, and there are hundreds and hundreds of stories of moldavite rings breaking clean in half or disappearing or other things. when that happens, a bit negative thing seems to disappear from people's lives. but she made it sound sketchy as hell and sufficiently freaked me and my other cousin out, no weirdass hair on end needed!!!

why i consider this to be intuition, not fully a coincidence, was that she WAS going into the weird side of crystals, and she said that. why i consider it WEIRD is that my hair STOOD ON FUCKING END. which doesn't happen to me all that often anyways? when i get scared i cry, not get goosebumps. and the fact that i felt the need to look behind me, its WEIRD!!! its not something i know how to explain, which is why i say its more than just my brain being smart. i dont really call it magic, but it's something weird. and this happens a LOT.

another example of the intuition was when i was nine, my school took a field trip to mission solano. mission solano was a mission built by the spanish in california that essientally enslaved natives to the region and forced them to convert to christianity. hundreds died there. and i knew that. however, when they took us into the church to do a mini service to make it feel more authentic, i started silently sobbing through the whole thing. for no reason other than i was utterly terrified of some unknown menace. i also cried in the courtyard when we walked past plaques with the names of people who died. sobbed. no one else seemed affected.

i found out last december when i got into buzzfeed unsolved that the church is supposed to have a demon in it and the courtyard has had multiple spottings of a ghost of a bear in it.

THATS FUCKING WEIRD RIGHT IM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS THATS WEIRD??????

but it's possible that my brain put together hey!!! lots of people died here!! there could be restless spirits!!! thats scary!!! cry!!!! yk??? but theres that element to it thats just WEIRD.

anyways on to the full on coincidences i cant explain with ANYTHING. for example, when i was... hm, eight, nine, ten ish??? idk, but it was storming and i was taking a shower and the lights flickered a tiny bit!!! and i got all excited because i used to like power outs, and i got out quick and got dressed. as i was walking down the stairs, i hopped down from the bottom step to the floor of the hallway and sang "i hope the power goes ou-" and the power went out as my feet hit the floor and i said out. THATS WEIRD. THATS SO FUCKING WEIRD. like yeah it was stormy and i saw the lights flicker, but ON??? THE??? WORD??? AND MY STOMP??? WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. I DONT UNDERSTAND, UNIVERSE.

and i guess i cant prove any of those stories, but i have one ON TUMBLR. A FULL COINCIDENCE. I HAD LITERALLY ZERO INDICATIONS OR POWER FOR THIS.

so on august 2nd, i posted "pspspspsp tubbo you want to post your song to spotify soooooo bad ooooooooooo" at 3:08 pm PST. normal post right? well then at 8:31 pm PST that SAME DAY he posts "4:31 AM Update my song is done and im recording the music video strap in..." on twitter. blah blah yeah its fandom its cringe i dont CARE its fucking WEIRD ITS WEIRD???? not kidding just over five hours after i posted that he announced its done. thats WEIRD. THATS SO FUCKING WEIRD.

and then theres lots of other examples of this but in the interest of not making this post go on forever and ever we'll leave it here. i would say a coincidence usually smaller than those happens around once a day to me??? probably at least bsddsb

anyways that's my magic power :DD people seem to be creeped out by it but as long as i'm not having a really bad day with derealization i usually find it quite nice--the universe is so connected if only you let yourself find the dots. :]

#NEW TOBIN LORE JUST DROPPED FOLKS #long post #allyster rambles #ask #imconfusedallthetimehelp #ask to tag #abt me #caps lock tw

1 note · View note

lunahearts · 7 years

Text

I’m honestly really glad sometimes that I love dawn of the new world so much, because it means that I gave up on caring about popular opinions about tales games a looooong ass time ago. Anyway, current rankings, because I’ve been thinking about these dang games a lot today:

Abyss is still the number one spot, by a wide margin. I haven’t played it in a while, but it does a wonderful job of presenting a really complex story and character, and only stumbles a few times. Everyone (well, most everyone, Natalia’s stuff is my biggest gripe) has a good arc, the cast plays off each other well, and the combat is fun. I don’t have more to say about Abyss because it’s just good, it’s so good, I might actually recommend it to people who don’t Play Tales Games.

Symphonia (minus the ending third) and DotNW (minus the first fifth or so). This is probably the most nostalgia based ranking, but it’s still hard for me to dock these two down from second place. Symphonia stutters a lot towards the end, and I still really hate Zelos, but it’s charming and sweet and always feels nice to look back on. Plus the narrative failings aren’t as overcomplicated and baffling as some games, they are just kind of weak and plodding. DotNW is 100% my sugary treat of a tales game, one of the few that really doesn’t make me feel bad about much. It’s flaws are forgivable and harmless, it’s (best) ending leaves me happy every time I think about it, and the interactions with Symphonia characters are pretty fun, if not super deep.

Zestiria just beats out X2 for me I think, mostly because they share a lot of the weird narrative flaws, but Zesty makes me less mad (and is nicer to its ladies, usually). I can see why it didn’t make a huge impression on the community, but it falls into a very similar category as Symphonia of just making my Feel Good. Rose is fun, Sorey is one of the best tales protagonists, the aesthetic is nice and combat is fun. I enjoy armatization, and I think the “only two humans” complaint is.... fair, but also suits the way I played the game (with me on Rose and Liz on Sorey) perfectly, soooooo I don’t really give a fuck. I’d consider the story to be on a scale of “inoffensive” to “pretty cool” at most times, with some really standout scenes scattered throughout. At least it doesn’t have the hard endgame falloff that other tales games do. Below this line is games I still like at least something about, but I consider Seriously Flawed and think twice about replaying or recommending because of those flaws.

Xillia 2 is my “I kind of hate this game but also will ride or die for it” guilty pleasure game, I don’t..... enjoy like 70% of it’s story choices, and find a decent chunk of the characters to be either goddamn obnoxious or generally forgettable. But, the ones I love, I adore. Elle and Ludger own my biases hard, and I have a lot of fondness for many of the others as well. I like that they each have their own stories, I like the layout of story progression and unique worlds to explore (even if it could have been executed much better). X2 probably has my favorite combat, it’s deep and very satisfying to master. Too bad the game still sucks lol.

Berseria (23ish hours in). Could very much edge out Xillia 2, maybe even Zesty, who knows. It keeps having a lot of potential and then not following through, and I feel like I would like it a lot more if the characters could shut up for 2 seconds about how edgy they are. Not going to lie, it’s ranking is more than a little negatively impacted by how boring I find combat (especially having not played Velvet much). Now that Eleanor is in the group, things do seem to be looking up, for both combat and cute character scenes. Below here are games I probably will never replay, and wouldn’t really recommend except to someone who might really really like the characters.

Xillia 1, you had so much potential!!! You started so strong! And then.... Jude happened. RIP Xillia 1, at least you still have the best antagonists of the series, and pretty cool combat.

Vesperia is what happens if you... no, actually I don’t have a good joke for this. I don’t know what happened to make Vesperia the way it is. I wish I did know, so I could make it my life’s mission to never let it happen again. This story makes no sense. The plot holes are bigger than the plot itself. Flynn is boring as hell. Estelle deserves better. At least the graphics are pretty and so is Judith. It gave us tiny dragon, the best attachment ever, but it also gave us a million boring Yuri cameo outfits, so I consider the net impact on tales dress up to be neutral. Anyway, I just remembered that Troy Baker is in this one, which is the surreal cherry atop the very disappointing cake. I also like the arte where Raven says all my heart baby all my love. Why didn’t they keep that line in other games.

#there is really no point to doing this and it's SO SO very biased #but yeah there you are. tales games are bad I adore them #tales catchall tag

4 notes · View notes

survivorgalaxysedge · 4 years

Text

Episode 4 | Space Cadet Blasting Off Again - Jessie

We swapped. And what a wild swap it is. I want from the Andro Tribe to the Circi Tribe. And so did Jonathan, Ari and Zoe. Four of us stuck together on a tribe of 5. We also have Ali with us. I’m worried Ali has an idol so I just don’t want us to lose at all. Let’s keep the good vibes flowing.

youtube

AND NOW IM AM ON CALL WITH JONATHAN AND HE'S TELLING ME ABOUT THE EXACT PLACE I JUST WENT AND THE EXACT RIDDLE I DID LIKE "SOMEONE ALREADY GOT THERE" HELLLLPPPPPPPPP honestly this is what he gets for going off script! i had the room search under control and he was supposed to be in the hallway so it's not my fault he found my mess!

youtube

I encountered an alien in the idol search! I sang them a song and viola! I have a special power. I have the ability to kidnap someone from another tribe, for a full round of the game. They compete in the challenge with us. They'll attend tribal council if we go, but can't be voted out. Kind of a neat little power. It has to be used before merge. So I guess we'll see what happens. If we started with 18, swapped at 15, I imagine that merge will be at 11. I've got a few tribals to figure out when/how to use this power, if I even decide to use it at all. Man, I am loaded. Hidden Immunity Idol and this now. On a DISGUSTING note, someone used a power on me to destroy 10 of my fuel. Thankfully it was only 10 and not a whole lot of it.

youtube

I’m actually so annoyed Why the heck would you say “we should throw the challenge .” Like legit why. This is my favourite challenge and I’m not throwing . I get that Jacob hasn’t said a lot but seriously throwing a challenge to get rid of someone who seems kinda new is so stupid . I’m actually so annoyed rn so I’m typing my thoughts so I don’t yell at the person who said they don’t wanna take the time and edit because we are losing anyways . You know what maybe if you didn’t have such a negative attitude about the situation we could turn out a badass video . Did you ever think maybe the other tribe would be down right awful and we could pull out a win ? I’m so tired of my tribe constantly losing . Anyways updated thoughts or whatever because we had a tribe swap Jacob: said creative challenges aren’t his thing . Trying to talk to him more Cindi : we haven’t spoke I don’t think she likes me from our last game though which is fine I guess? Nathan : Original tribe loyalty I guess ? Jay: Jays pretty cool. Okay that’s it I just needed to vent so that’s why it’s confessional form I also still have my idol so flex I guess ? Idk that’s sounds kinda cringe This is Jessie the space cadet blasting off again

youtube

I AM SWAP FUCKED

I SWEAR TO GOD MY GAME ENDS WITH THESE HOES

Keegan is going home

Fourth straight immunity win! This game is wild. I’ve never done so well before! And now I’ve got another 6 fuel, which is a total of 16 fuel from reward wins. With my hidden immunity idol, and my steal a player advantage, I feel unstoppable. But, things can change at a moments notice so I’m not going to stand on my high horse, I’m going to remain realistic. I don’t have any alliance chats, the only person who has straight up said they want to work with me is Jay who is now going to tribal. It’s almost a bad thing not attending tribal so many times, because I have nothing to test or prove loyalty. Who knows what will happen moving forward.

https://youtu.be/dm7Kta2n7hs

Well we just lost the challenge. Not that I'm surprised, we pretty much lost it when we didn't communicate for a whole day. I tried to do my part and get people discussing but once it was clear this wasn't gonna be a win for us, I just used it for strategy. I wanted to do my best despite the circumstances to prove that this tribe needs me since I'm active and good in challenges. And I think it worked! The judges shouted me out twice for my part in the video (even tho it kinda sucked, but I guess my white boy dancing was good in comparison). But anyways, I do like this tribe and I'm sad we lost, but I have a little theory on why some people didn't try so hard. It was discussed before the challenge even came out that we wanted Jacob out. How this happened was Nathan approached me as soon as we got onto the new tribe and we called and had a good talk on how we felt about the game. Turns out that the queen herself, Jessie Flynn, advocated for me as an ally to Nathan before we even swapped. And us both, and Jessie, all felt good about Cindi too. And ever since then, Nathan's been in my DMs talking about voting for Jacob. So overall I think I landed myself in a pretty sweet spot on this disaster of a tribe and hopefully we can get our shit together for the next challenge, cause things won't be so clear cut next time.

https://youtu.be/dm7Kta2n7hs

WE WON. THANK *GOD.* after flying across the country yesterday and dealing with several minor life crises, i literally spent the ENTIRETY of today working on that video - meaning from when i woke up at 10 to fifteen minutes before when it was due - and also spent seven whole dollars at the dollar tree for props & costumes soooooo if we had not won i would've been quite embarrassed. i was nervous about the editing part, as i've not ever actually put together a music video challenge, just weird silly videos like me as zac efron.... but it turned out okay! i'm not 100% satisfied with my work (i wanted to put more transition effects & it needed more variety / staging to make it less repetitive) but hey it was a thousand miles above the other teams' submissions so i will take it!!! and i never have to listen to space jam again!! anyway, i guess this means another boring day around camp. winning reward got me two more adventure missions, which i used to mostly complete the outside portion of the quest and jonathan is i think gonna finish it off for us tonight. i am hoping/assuming he'll get whatever is there since it's been literally only 48 hours since this started and the door keypad had five zillion combos, and that'd mean that's the last thing in this adventure probably? oh wait nvm we still have a shit ton of stuff to check in the hallway i should do that next. but yeah so that'll be good and i hope it is an advantage or a disadvantage that he won't play on me LOL. if i wake up and all my fuel is destroyed.... i know where you've been jonny! not much else to report right now. it sounds like ali's doing a good job of getting himself in the good graces of zoe and jonathan, which is the most ideal scenario for me so we can say bye-bye keegan. i was a bit worried that if we lost this challenge i wouldn't have a plausible reason to argue to jonathan for keeping ali - or actually, more likely, i think he would have wanted to vote zoe? she hasn't been around as much and he did express concern on saturday about whether she's doing okay. luckily though, this W has bought me a few more days to work on getting the people i like to like each other.

https://youtu.be/F4_Sylzyxyw

UGH UGH UGH I GOT TRIBE FUCKEDDDDDDD IM WITH MJ WHO I JUST SLASHED THE VOTE OF AND LIED TO AND THE OTHER 3 ARE FROM THE SAME TRIBE. GOD DAMN IT. UGH but on the other hand we won immunity and it'll give me time to get to know my other tribe mates. I just hope this isnt a "tribe strong" battle in this game. I hope everyone are free agents

woo! ari and i are together in the swap as well as keegan and jonathan, and ali wound up with us as well on the new circi tribe. we won the music video challenge so the streak continues. i’m very tired!

so the tribe swap went pretty much the best it possibly could, as i got swapped majority with the two members of my tribe i talked to the most. we won immunity so i'm chilling for another week. unfortunately, mj and silver seem to have no interest in talking to me. both of them left me on read after i initiated conversation. so. sits.

So despite the easy seeming vote, I'm still gonna be nervous until the votes get read. These players are no joke, especially knowing that Alex was completely blindsided by Nathan and Jessie. I'm staying positive because I think it's like, a 90% chance I'm in the clear, but you really don't know until you know LOL. I'm just trying to set up my position on this tribe and for the future. I've gone to Cindi, Jessie, and Nathan individually and reassured them that I'm with them for the long haul. And for now I mean it, but if any of them get too dangerous then ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ sorry not sorry~ looking specifically at you Nathan 👀

nothing rlly to say tbh happy we swapped!!!!! and happy we won!!!!!! happy to be here with jules. havent really talked much since swapping honestly but i think i'd like to work with jules and asya and somehow get silver tf up outta here when we get the chance!!!!!

https://youtu.be/kt66vebpU4k

https://youtu.be/t5x52CJdhjI

TRIBAL AGAIN. I'm so nervous. I'm the only one from Circi so that's an easy swap screwed if you ask me. But I hope I'm ok. I think I've made a good bond with Jay Nathan and jessie and they all say we're voting for Cindi so fingers crossed it's not all an elaborate ruse on me

First tribal should be a unanimous vote. I told Nathan if he voted me out I'd block him and our 50 day snap streak would be toast and, like, tbh I think that would crush him. Jay and I want to work together. The only one who might've been sketched out is Jessie but she doesn't have the numbers. It feels insane to be this not paranoid before tribal when I know Jacob is pushing my name...but also I literally don't think that he could get me out?? Like, Nathan and I were/are a dynamic duo so I do not know how he would flip. Jay flipping makes zero sense. The ONLY people this would benefit or be a neutral for is Jessie and Jacob. The only way I go is if Nathan and Jay are two of the dumbest players on the planet.

Tribals in an hour we lost Big sad energy I guess my hearts really going to supernova

#toinfinityandsurvive

0 notes