#when we meet and go eat something he always pays for me and i kinda feel bad about it 😅

[songsbygumi]

Don’t sit down ‘cause I moved your chair

| Megumi x reader

Summary- "Expect the unexpected; Kugisaki and Panda are on a mission to get Megumi and you together. The two times, Nobara and Panda set you two up, and the one time they didn't need to do it."

Warnings - reader use a skirt, use of Y/N one time, poor english, one mention of the pronoun her I think its just once I can change it tho.

A/N- This is part of the universe of 'Suck It and See' inspired by Arctic Monkeys' album and Alex Turner's 'Submarine' EP.

Panda didn’t mean to snoop on Maki. I mean, come on, he was just chilling in the classroom waiting for the class to start when Maki barged in, shouting something like, “At this point, we should lock her with Fushiguro in a closet and hope she makes a move.” It took Panda less than five seconds to figure out that the 'her' Maki was talking about was you. He watched Maki leave the room, still clueless about his presence, chatting away with who he thought was Yuta on the phone.

Panda didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but now that he knows, he has to tell Kugisaki, right?

“I think Y/n likes Fushiguro,” Kugisaki eyes widening as she connected the dots in her head. Everything suddenly made sense: how you get all flustered around him, how you always save him the last juice he loves at breakfast and give it to Inumaki to put it in Fushiguro's usual spot, how your face slightly drops when he mentions the date he had with the girl from the coffee shop, your eyes going soft when he talks, and Maki always trying to pair you two up for training. “I think they'd be a great match,” Panda adds, and they both grinned.

I

You have been waiting for an hour now outside the cinema. Fantastic Beasts is about to start, and Panda isn’t responding to his phone. You were supposed to meet here after spending your day at the shopping center.

“Hey Panda, I am at the entrance. The movie starts in fifteen minutes; you should hurry.” This is the fifth voice message you have left him. With a sigh, you turn your head to the street to see if you can catch him making his way to the theater, and that’s when you feel a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey,” you froze. It couldn’t be. You turned to face him. “Hi,” you blurted out, realizing Megumi Fushiguro stood before you, looking as gorgeous as always, his school uniform replaced by jeans and a hoodie. “Panda told me to let you know he couldn’t make it, but we can still go in if you want,” he offered.

You nodded following him inside, feeling like a little kid. “Ye...ah, cool, fuck Panda” you muttered behind him.

Did Panda invite him without telling you? Does Panda know about you liking him? You couldn’t say for sure.

“I didn’t know you were into Harry Potter,” he remarked, waiting for you. “Yeah... I’m kinda obsessed,” you admitted, blushing a bit, earning a chuckle from Megumi. “I'm kinda obsessed too,” he revealed, grabbing the tickets. You smiled, appreciating his easygoing vibe.

“I’m paying you, just let me know how much I owe you,” you say as the employee hands him the tickets.

“Don’t worry, Gojo sensei gave me enough to buy this whole place,” he says, brushing it off. “Do you want something to eat?”

“Yeah, uhm sure,” you said, swallowing hard, gathering the courage to keep talking.

“You like Harry Potter too, movies or books?” you wonder, not daring to look at his eyes.

His smile made your heart skip a beat. “Are you kidding? Books, of course,” he replied, and you couldn’t help but smile proudly. “Which book is your favorite?”

After a moment of thinking it, he responded, “Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.”

“Incorrect” you said playfully, grabbing the popcorn and moving away. “What do you mean incorrect?” he asked, looking amused. “Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban is right there” you argued, making him laugh.

You held the popcorn a bit too tightly, struggling to focus on the movie. You knew you were doing a bad job because by the end of it, you couldn’t remember a single thing besides Megumi's profile in the light.

As you walked back to school, chatting and feeling more comfortable, you found yourself agreeing with every single opinion of Megumi, encourage him to keep talking about it just because you didn’t have a single clue about what happened; you’ll have to see it again.

Later in your bed, you can’t help but think that maybe talking to Megumi Fushiguro wouldn’t be as difficult as you thought. Maybe you should keep doing it because talking with him was better than just staring at him from afar.

II

"Maybe you two should go together," Kugisaki suggested, smiling at her idea. Maki raised an eyebrow as she looked at you “It’s fine,” you said aloud. “I mean, yeah, I wouldn’t mind, of course, if you want, Fushiguro?”

Panda managed to hide a satisfied smile from you, but Maki's suspicious look caught him. “Sure thing, I’m down for it. It'd be nice not to deal with a crybaby while hunting for books." he remarked mockingly. “I’m not a cry baby!” Kugisaki protested, and you chuckled at the argument unfolding in front of you.

The library turned out to be smaller than expected, but your eyes lit up at the sight of shelves filled to the brim with books. The soft lighting and the background music of an Arctic Monkeys song made the atmosphere cozy; you could move here in a heartbeat.

“You weren’t lying when you said it was pretty,” you commented, turning to see Megumi standing casually, hands in his pockets, shrugging with a smile. He had a smile that could melt hearts. God, someone needs to make him stop smiling like that at you; he’ll kill you one of these days.

“You haven’t seen the best part” he said, taking your hand and leading you upstairs, making your heart race.

The second floor was packed with even more books, stacked everywhere, and inviting chairs that looked perfect for long reading sessions. It was like stepping into a book lover's dream. “This is amazing,” you whispered, caught up in the moment. Megumi wore a proud smile, happy to share this hidden gem with someone who appreciated it as much as he did. He kept holding your hand for a moment longer, feeling a warmth spread in his chest, before letting go, leaving the pleasant sensation behind.

“Oh my god, look at this Pride and Prejudice edition,” you said, admiring the gold engravings on the cover. “Oh, is that Heartstoppers?” you exclaimed, passing the book you previously held to Megumi.

"If you asked Kugisaki or Panda, they’d say they had never seen Fushiguro smile so much before. He was admiring you from behind, helping you hold the books you picked and reaching the higher manga shelves without complaining. "Looks like it’s going well.” Panda said a bit too loudly, breaking the calm atmosphere. Fushiguro's head turned, and they held the books they were 'reading' higher to cover their faces. “Shut up,” Kugisaki scolded him.

You didn’t notice, too busy looking at all the books, but seriously, did they think Fushiguro Megumi was that stupid to not notice Panda? Whatever they were planning, he will make them spill it, but for now, he had to hold your books.

“Look, that’s one of my favorites,” he pointed with his head at The Song of Achilles, getting into your little bubble again. You took it without questioning him or the book, adding it to the pile.

III

You’ve been craving Matcha for a week now, and you’ve been begging Maki to accompany you to the coffee shop for days. and still every time she answers with "Not all of us are first-grade sorcerers, and yet you still need to practice for the exchange event, which is literally tomorrow."

She’s been relentless; dragging you out for early morning runs at five in the morning so you can practice your hand-to-hand combat skills before seven, insisting, “Your curse technique outperforms at long distance, but what if they get up close? You need to be ready.”

Despite your intense training, all you wanted was a relaxed afternoon sipping on a cold Matcha. Yuta would have easily convinced Maki, you thought, missing your best friend dearly.

“What’s with the long face?” Kugisaki interjected, sitting next to you on the benches, watching Maki kick Panda's butt. “Nobody wants to get Matcha with me,” you pouted. Kugisaki’s brain starts working, but before she can offer to go with you, a male voice interrupts, “I'll go with you,” Fushiguro beats her to it.

"Really? You don't have to," you replied.

“Nonsense, we're friends, right? I enjoy spending time with you; you're better company than all these clowns,” he says, and you barely caught the rest after "friends."

Okay, that hurt a little. Your mind raced with a flurry of thoughts as you studied Megumi's expression. Of course, he doesn’t see you as more than a friend; he's so cool, and you're... well, just you. Why is he staring? Why is no one talking? Oh yeah, right, “Sorry, yes, we are. So, see you at five at the entrance?” you blurted out, snatching your backpack filled with clothes and some of Maki's weapons before rushing off, "Bye."

...

“What if I don’t go?” you contemplated twenty minutes before your scheduled friends date with Fushiguro.

“He didn’t do anything wrong. How is he supposed to know you want more than friendship?” Maki questioned, resting on your bed.

"Whose side are you on?" you retorted.

"Yours, but let's be real, you're being a tad irrational. Slip on the blue skirt and just go."

Megumi Fushiguro wasn't quite sure why he arrived early, but he felt an inexplicable urge to see you sooner; waiting longer was out of the question. And it was worth it, seeing you in that blue mini skirt and oversized sweater, a shy smile gracing your face as you spotted him. You looked even cuter than usual, he considered.

“Ready?" he questioned.

"Yeah, let's go," you affirmed, beginning to walk alongside him towards the coffee shop.

The café bustled with activity; it seemed like everyone had the same Matcha cravings as you did. Navigating through the crowd to reach the cashier proved challenging, but you preferred the subtle movements over pushing people or raising your voice to get through.

You were focus on not inconveniencing anyone when two hands settled comfortably on your waist, guiding you forward and providing a shield against the bustling bodies.

You held your breath; even through the layers of your sweater, you could feel the warmth emanating from Megumi’s hands. Finally reaching the cashier, he removed one hand, leaving the other on your lower back. "Hey there, what can I get you?" the cashier's words snap you back to reality.

“Uhm...” damn it, did you forget how to talk?

"One Matcha latte and one black coffee to go, please" Megumi says watching you struggling.

"Sure thing, regular milk?" you shook your head in disagreement. "Almond milk, please," you requested. The cashier nodded, and before Megumi could reach his wallet, you’ve already paid.

“That’s not fair,” he complains; you had to get your eyes checked because you thought you saw him pout.

“It’s fine, don’t worry; you always pay” you reassured him, moving towards the other end of the counter, Megumi's hand still lingering on your back.

"Hey, Megumi," a girl called out from the opposite side of the counter. She was strikingly pretty, flashing a wide smile at Megumi, her attention fully captivated by him until she noticed you a moment later. "Oh, sorry, hi," she acknowledged you, then shifted her gaze back to Megumi, noting his proximity to you, and her smile faltered slightly.

"Hey, Katsuki" he greeted back.

"You haven’t been around lately as usual" Katsuki remarked.

“Yeah, been busy with school stuff," he explained, his free hand casually brushing his neck.

"You haven’t replied to my texts either" you felt like an intruder in a conversation you shouldn’t be in.

“Sorry, it has been crazy lately,” he apologizes. Another employee calls for your names, and you swiftly grabbed your drinks, offering him his coffee.

"I'll wait outside if you need a moment," you informed him.

"No, it’s fine," he says to you, moving his hand to find yours. "Sorry, Katsuki, I swear I’ll text you back tonight. Take care," he says, guiding you through the crowd.

Outside the café, silence lingered for a moment. "A bit overwhelming with the crowd for you, huh? Feeling overstimulated?" he teases, smiling, to which you nodded. "Let’s go, I know a spot you'll love." He took your hand again, and a surge of electricity seemed to buzz between your palms. If he felt it, he didn’t mention it.

It had been week’s full of mixed emotions; you had countless questions swirling in your mind, but for now, you chose to give in the comforting and welcoming presence of Megumi Fushiguro.

[adore-gregor]

So I could really use some advice

[bleedingoptimism]

Eddie manages the band's TikTok when they are on tour. The content is mostly behind the scenes of them on the road, news about where they will be going next, band practice, jam sessions, etc. The boys have been friends since high school and get along amazingly, like family. But also like shit, just like family. So there are also videos of Eddie laughing while Frank yells at Jeff for farting on his pillow in the tour bus or Eddie filming himself while running as Gareth chases after him for eating the last cookie. HIS last cookie.

The channel is pretty popular even though it doesn't update often. And the links to their merch store and ticket store while on tour, help a lot with the band's expenses. Music being online makes people buy fewer albums and vinyls. And Spotify paying 0,03 cents per song makes being an up-and-coming band that needs money to rent a studio for recording, bus fares, hotel accommodations and to pay the roadies and technicians… kinda hard.

But the TikTok helps! So Chrissy, Eddie's best friend, Gareth's fiance, and their manager, suggests that Eddie keeps the TikTok going while on break from tour.

It doesn't take long to come up with the perfect idea. Restoring Eddie's old van to make it a small house on wheels for road-tripping. But they’ll need a handyman, someone who knows what they are doing.

Luckily, Chrissy has a solution to that. Her cousin Vicky, just came back from traveling the coast on a huge RV with her girlfriend and her girlfriend’s best friend and, according to Vicky, the man is an expert. He built the whole thing himself, from the ground up. So Chrissy tells Vicky, who asks Robin, who talks to Steve, and the meeting is set up.

On the day of the meeting, Eddie parks the van outside his place, sits on the back, and hits record on his phone, “Morning!” he says to the camera, squinting one eye as the sun hits his face because it’s actually noon, “I’m gonna do something fun during the tour break and I wanted to take yall with me. You see, ever since I was young, I've had this dream. Well, other than becoming a musician who can live off his music, thank you for that by the way,” he smiles and tips an invisible hat towards the camera. “The second thing I've always wanted is having one of those built-in movin' houses, a little RV, a camping van, you know the ones” he wiggles his brows and moves the phone a little around him, to show where he’s sitting so people know where he’s going with this.

“Sooo I asked a friend of a friend of a friend, who is an expert on making dreams come true, to help me and we are gonna mod my van. My lovely Haley, my faithful baby, who has been with me since the beginning… I'm scared. This dude better be good.” he laughs nervously.

part two -> 📱💞🚙

And then his focus shifts to something behind his phone, “Oh, here he comes now!” he waves enthusiastically and keeps looking, either forgetting he’s still filming his reaction or too distracted to save face, he squints a little and then frowns, blushes and, chuckles nervously again, “Oh no. he’s hot.”

☕🥐💕 coffee? by the lake's shore?

[rpreaperperson]

First Time

Summary:

For the first time you showed your face in front of the team and the first time they ever heard your voice.

Timeline after being betray by Graves and Shepherd

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Your parent taught not to trust the American, they always know how to stab someone in back.

Although some of your friend was American and they were good one, in this line of work trust is the most sensitive thing for everyone however that’s not the main reason why you wearing a mask like Ghost.

Unlike him you wearing a bunny mask, and you talked when it need too definitely NOT because of anxiety or trauma something like that...but your voice...well sometimes you have a problem with your throatt that makes your voice came out none or hoarse than it should be and it came at the worse time ever when on mission even on briefing, you just nodded or hummed.

And now after Price debate with Shepherd, Team 141 and Los Vaqueros circling a desk that has balaclava skull on it

You’re a bit startled when Ghost taking off his mask showing his...ekhem handsome face, truly you were surrounded with handsome military man, even Valeria is kinda pretty too you not gonna lie

“take it if you in..Not.. dont” each of them wearing the balaclava...but you..just stare at it, hesitant to taking your bunny mask off a thousand ‘what if’ clouding your mind

“Bunny? Not going to wear it?” Soap look at you as everyone else still clutching the balaclava

‘AH! The hell with it!’ taking off your bunny mask, their eyes widen not expected of your appearance, they always thought that you’re a tough looking cause of your hoarse voice.

“..Woah..Bunny...you’re..” Soap look at you in amazement

“Beautiful..” Rudy mutter, your face became hot and red this is why you wearing the mask

You always get to hit on cause of your prettyand kind face plus your shy nature is always making it harder

“P-please dont..look at me like that... this is embarrassing” double surprise at your kind squeaky voice, do your voice always this pleasing?

Clearing his throat Captain Price give you a welcome smile, as the others snap from their mind

“Nice to finaly meet you..” he addressed you by your name  

“You too..C-Captain Price” you smile shyly at him and wearing the balaclava

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Bonus

“? Is everthing okay Colonel?”

“I want to recruit Bunny in my team”

“...Agreed” Rudy nodded, as they stare at you who fidgetting your finger flustered

“Hell no! Bunny is our’s!” Soap object it, he embrace your smaller figure against him

“Why dont we bait ‘em with food?” Rudy suggest his Colonel

“Your dirty trick won’t work..” Ghost crossing his arm

“Bunny already loyal to us right, Bunny?” Gaz turned at you, and his face fall..

“....Food...”eyes glimmering as you starting to taking Alejandro bait, making all the team start 141 panicking while the Vaqueros smirking

“Yea..how about that one dish I told you about?” he smirk

“Oohh....that would be delightfull..~” then Ghost voice boomed as you turned your head to him

“Bunny...if you reject it, after this mission over you can eat in that ‘all you can eat ‘restaurant...Price will pay it”

“Wha-..Ahh..why not..” Price huffed

“All you can eat...” Alejandro scowl at Ghost who has a smug face

Although they didn’t know what your face and voice really like, at least they know WHAT your really like.

[sopiao]

Hiyyyyyaa, how would the 141+könig react to military y/n being a goth girl? But they didn't know because she doesn't wear her piercings or makeup due to stranded military rule regulations, until they all meet up at the pug. Please and thank you. Take your time.

EHEHEHHE I LUV DIFF STYLE REQS LIKE THESE ^^

i tried my best 😭

Being apart of the task force was probably the best decision you made, you like the people, you have fun, and it pays good. Only downside of having to take off each of your piercings each time, especially if their fresh or barely healed, which could be dangerous (don’t do that kids) but rules are rules.

You never really told them about your style or anything since you didn’t really think it would be important, or if it would even matter.

When Soap reaches out to everyone and suggests to all meet up at a pub, you were more than willing to come. You had more than a handful of missions together and spent quite some time with them, but have never seen your teammates out of work before.

You’re the last to arrive since your time management is shit, you were stressing and messing up your makeup, but hey, at least you came. Parking your motorcycle and kicking the stand, leaving your helmet on the handle. At this point you realize that none of your comrades has never seen you in your attire, with all of your piercings in.

Entering the warmly lit and semi-busy, you saw them at a wooden table off to the side, laughing and talking about whatever has been going on in their lives, you see six drinks assuming they bought one for you. You decide to fuck with them since this’ll be the first time they see you in the full get-up.

“Boo!” At first their startled, then confused. Soap interested, he’s never been with a goth girl before, he’ll try anything— or anyone— once. Gaz is the first to realize who you are

“[NAME]?!!” Gaz shouts, making everyone look at him then to you, all making the same conclusion at the same time, Soap a little slower, but that’s normal. You chuckle, smiling as Price scoots to the side to make room for you, pulling out the chair next to him. It’s regular for him to want to sit next to you, he even had his jacket draped over the back rest to save it for you.

“You look sick” Gaz smiles, it soothed you. At first, you were worried how they’d think of you looking like this, but seeing his genuine expression eases you a little more. They wanted to say something, a comment or compliment, but they didn’t know how to say it properly without making it sound weird, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

“Oh! We got you a drink” Soap slides over your drink, a fruity strawberry Cosmopolitan. It was all new to them but familiar at the same time. They always kinda pictured this look on you but never thought they’d actually see it. In a way it kinda reflected how you are in the field.

“Did it hurt?” Ghost speaks up from beside you. Of course it hurt. But you were glad that he was interested, especially because he is almost never interested in anything.

“Some more than others” You shrug, hands resting in the pockets of your DIO sweater. Ghost leans forward, arms crossed and resting on the wooden table, slight nod of the head signaling for you to continue.

“Top 5?” Price asks, his arm wrapped behind you to rest on the backrest of your chair. You’re surprised that they’re even this interested, you kinda expected them to just accept it and move back into the conversation.

“Uhh.. I guess the first would be these. Took a while to stretch these out” Turning your head to show the others, poking the tip of your finger through the hole of your gauges. Chuckling awkwardly until you heard oohs and aahhs from them.

“Industrial is second, couldn’t sleep on my side for a couple months” Turning your head to the other side to show the metal bar coming between the shell of your ear.

“But this put me through hell, couldn’t talk or eat for a while. Lived off of smoothies for like forever” Sticking your tongue out to show the small metal star on the center of your tongue. Ghost’s eyes slightly widened, he had one too (i luv referencing my other stuff) but didn’t wanna mention anything yet.

“This hurt, but after a week I didn’t even feel it” Twisting the metal bar of your bridge, careful not to smudge your makeup.

“Didn’t even feel this, my lip was a little swollen for a while though” You pull your lip down to show off your snake bites. You didn’t really notice this until now, they were intently listening, not just hearing you but actually listening. Not expecting them to be this interested since people either were a little weirded out or just a dick about it.

“Wow… And I’m too scared to even get my ears pierced” König chuckled nervously, hand unconsciously coming up to lightly pinch his smooth and un-poked ear lobe.

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“It was nice seeing you guys again” Grinning warmly as you all stood outside of the pub. The snow made you wanna leave already, but the company of your friends made it bearable.

You give Gaz a kiss on the cheek. A simple and platonic act of affection. Forgetting you had black lipstick on, seeing the black mark on his cheek made you embarrassed. Especially with Soap’s teasing.

“Hey, give me one, too” He bent down and tapped his cheek, with a cheeky grin. Laughing it off as you planted one on his cheek. Price leaned in too, wordlessly asking for one.

König was still not ready to lift his mask up that high yet, but he still wanted a kiss. So you just settled a smooch on the back of his hand like and prince would do to his fair lady. After you left a kiss mark on each of them they all looked at Ghost, waiting for him to lift his mask up for one.

He looked around with a shrug, then shaking his head with a sigh, as he uncrossed his arms and lifted the side of his mask only up to his nose. Making sure to press with a little more pressure with him since there was less lipstick on your lips since it was faded.

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Extra:

Omg. Imagine like showing off cool but weird tricks. Taking off one of your lip piercings and showing off how you can squirt out water from the opening. Soap wondering if you could slurp spaghetti through it.

[hamzahsslut]

giving him a handjob and edging him 🔥🔥

Yesssss, I was already thinking about this. Ugh he'd be so cute. I made it as kind of a continuation as the last one if you don't mind!!

--------nsfw---------

It's been a few weeks since you and Hamzah had that steamy night in his car. You were seeing Hamzah again today for what feels like the hundredth time this week. You guys just can't get enough of each other since admitting feelings.

You haven't gone any further as Hamzah is still new to all of this, but that doesn't mean you guys didn't do anything. You had established what he was comfortable with. He didn't want to go all the way yet but he was still so needy to taste you, more times than he'd like to admit.

Ever since that day you hadn't gotten it out of your head, the way he came in his pants so quickly from barely any touching, his whimpers and pleading eyes as you touched him. Even thinking about it always ends up with you playing with yourself at the thought.

You weren't alone in this, Hamzah couldn't get you out of his head, replaying that day over and over in his head, tugging at his cock, in bed, in the shower, even more when he'd sit in his car, which he swears still has your smell lingering around.

You haven't done much since, only little pecks here and there. You didn't want to make him feel rushed so you decided to go on his terms. Today you guys decided to order food and watch a movie at his apartment.

As you guys finish eating food you guys decide to turn on a random movie which neither of you are really paying much attention to. Hamzah has his head laying on your lap as you play with his soft curls, which you had to beg him to take off his hat.

He just looks so at peace of your lap you can't help but feel so giddy at the fact he's yours. All yours!

“Hamzah baby, can we just turn this off, it's kinda boring” you admit, causing him to sit up and look at you.

“You don't like it?” He says with a sad expression to his face.

“I do, I just.. I like you more” you smile, pulling his face closer to yours. His so-called sadness suddenly changed into something more. You pull away, basically pulling him with you, he wasn't ready for that kiss to end.

“You're not sad anymore huh?” You say teasingly, swiping his lips with your finger where your lip gloss smudged off.

“i don't care just.. please kiss me again” he whispers, bringing his body closer, close enough you feel his body heat radiating off of him. You could tell he was starting to get needy from the small noises coming out into your mouth during the kiss.

You wrap your hand around his neck, tugging his hair a little, deepening the kiss. You can tell Hamzah is getting the hang of it all.

Kissing Hamzah just feels so good, his softness but also neediness is just what you need. You pull away slightly, still close enough to nibble at his bottom lip. Meeting his needy eyes before looking down and seeing him fiddling with the end of your shirt.

“You have something you wanna ask baby?” You say, clearly teasing him, you know exactly what he wants, you just want to hear him say it.

“Can you um..take your shirt off..? Please” you smile, nodding moving apart just enough to take off your shirt. You have a small little top on, small enough to see your hardened nipple through it. His mouth basically waters at the sight.

You lean in again, this time the kiss is rougher, earning whimpers from hamzah. He hesitates for a while but finally lays his hands on your boobs. He's so delicate at first until you reach your hand down to meet his clothed erection. Hamzah let out a breathy moan showing he's reaaally enjoying this.

He bucks into your hand earning you to smile into your kiss.

“You like that hm?” You say

“Mhm, m-more” he lets out, making you grip him harder through his trousers.

You palm him a little more through his fluffy trousers making more whimpers to come out.

“Do you want me to touch you?” You whisper, gripping me harder as he's about to answer.

“Y-es please, ah please” he manages to get out, involuntarily bucking his hips into your hand.

“Patience baby” you lay one of your thighs on his, keeping him down, pulling out his erection.

“Fuck Hamzah” you breathe out, you knew he'd big but not this big. You imagine how good it'd feel inside of you.

Hamzah sighs, with pink cheeks, you forget this is the first time he's ever shown anyone. “You're so pretty baby.” You praise, knowing he gets off of this shit.

You finally decide to start pumping him, slow at first, too slow. You can see the frustration building in hamzah as he attempts to buck into your hand but you keep a firm grip on your thighs to not allow him to.

You rub faster, swiping your thumb over the tip that's already leaking pre cum.

“So pretty” you say, looking at him, seeing his mouth shaped like an O, panting and whimpering out your name. This makes your panties grow wetter.

“P- please faster” he begs, you can feel he's coming to his limit, his cock throbbing in your hand. You rub faster.

“Fuck I- I'm gonna-” a long moan escapes his mouth, long enough to turn into a frustrated groan as you stopped pumping him all together.

“ Why would you do that?” he says, tears forming in his eyes.

“Shhh, you need to learn to be patient baby” you wipe his tears away and give him a small kiss before pumping him once more. He's more sensitive now, twitching and you could see in his face how badly he wanted to come. You were enjoying this too much though.

You pump him faster, removing your leg to allow him to match your pace with his hips meeting your hands. At some point you just stopped moving all together and let him continue fucking your hand.

He looks so cute, all sweaty, a moaning mess for you, aching for a release. His hips start moving at a more random pace. You quickly remove your hand once more, earning yet another frustrated whimper from Hamzah.

“Please” he cries “ please let me come”

Without warning you grip his erection, pumping it at a faster speed, he moans, beads of sweat and tears fall down over his face.

“Ah- fuck” he groans out as his hot cum spills all over your hands and his stomach without warning. You wipe your fingers over the hot liquid and bring it to your mouth, savoring his taste. This would've made him come if he hadn't just been drained.

You look at him, he looks so beat up you almost feel bad. He's a whimpering mess.

“Let's get you cleaned up baby” you say, peppering his face with small kisses. You reach a hand for him to grab onto, he's such a big baby. You love this about him though.

You guys walk to the bathroom hand in hand and get in the shower. You can tell he's exhausted so you do most of the cleaning for him.

After a few minutes you guys cuddle into one towel and move to the bedroom, he didn't even get dressed before crashing on top of you. Normally you wouldn't get into bed all wet, but hearing his slow breaths laying on top of your chest made you so happy you fell asleep, matching his breathing.

[judes-hoe]

Family Time ~ TAA66

Parrings ~ Trent Alexander-Arnold x reader

Summary ~ Trent knows your parents and siblings, but what happens when he goes to your grandparents(dad’s side) house for Christmas, and meets the rest of your crazy family.

Warnings ~ none

A/N ~ just to clarify that this will be kinda about my dads side of the family and I will be using my family’s names, Sid you don’t want to read it don’t, also I do live in the united states so it’ll kinda be like you and Trent going to visit for the weekend. Also she wanted me to tag her and I said I would @formulalfc <3

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You and Trent were currently on your way to your grandmas house.

You had asked Trent if he could come with you for a weekend to fly to the United States, so you could do Christmas with your family. It’s be his first time meeting, your dad’s side of the family. You’ll admit that it was a little hectic sometimes, I mean your dad has 3 brothers so, you have a lot of cousins. But Trent had asked klopp to take the weekend to go and that he’d be back Sunday in the afternoon. So klopp agreed and here you are, in a car with your sister and her husband, driving to your grandparents.

Your sister and her husband were talking so I look over at Trent. “You nervous” you asked Trent taking his hand to hold. “Yeah a little, you always talk about how hectic it can get” he says with a smile. “It’s fine they’ll love you” you spoke with a smile. “My grandma loves everyone” you said.

Trent knows your family, like mom and dad and your sibling. He’s never met any of your grandparents, so when you said like your uncles and their kids will be there and if everyone is there, they’ll probably be like 15 people in your grandparents house.

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After about an hour, you finally arrived to your grandparents house. “When we get in I’ll introduce you to everyone, then we can just sit on the couch and chill” you told him, he just nodded back. You walked into the house after your sister Savannah, and her husband Boyd.

When you and Trent take your shoes off you see your mom and dad first. “Hey mom, hey dad” you spoke hugging them both, then they went and hugged Trent. I walk over to my grandma who was looking for something. “Hi nene, this is my boyfriend Trent” you said hugging her. “Hey my lovely granddaughter, nice to meet you Trent” she said hugging him as well to which he hugged back with a smile. “Nice to meet you” he said softly.

You walk over to the dining room table we’re most of your uncles and aunts were. “Hi everyone” you spoke going around and hugging them. “This is my boyfriend Trent” you said to which they all said hi and said their names.

“Okay I’ll take you to meet all my cousins come here” you said and Trent follows you like a dog. “So this is, Anissa and her boyfriend Ethan, this is Anissa brother Jalen and his Wife Kalyne, this is Anissa and Jalen’s brother Logan, This is Ellah and her brother Gio, then this is Christian and his sisters jewl, Avery, and raven” you spoke going around introducing Trent to all of your cousins. “Nice to meet all of your” he said.

After you had introduced Trent to everyone, you took a seat on the couch and he sat next to you. “So what do you think, I know it’s a lot of people” you look at him laughing softly. “It’s a lot of people but they seem cool” he said kissing you cheek.

You and Trent sat there on the couch, you held his hand between the both of you. Your cousins coming to talk once in awhile. “Dinner ready if you wanna eat” my grandma shouts out. “Do you wanna go eat” you asked Trent. “If you want I’ll get food and you can eat some stuff off my plate, I know klopp probably doesn’t want you eating kinda unhealthy food” you spoke before he could answer. “That’s fine, but I love when you pay attention too what I can and can’t eat my love” he said kissing you before getting up.

You got a plate of food, before sitting next to Trent at a table with all your cousins. “You’re not gonna eat Trent” my dad had called out seeing Trent didn’t have a plate. “No, I got a game the day after we get back to England so coach doesn’t want me to really eat anything that might not be good for me” he told my dad. “But I’m gonna eat some food off of her plate” he added. “Alright bud I was just checking” my dad said sitting at the table next to us.

While we all ate, Trent ate some stuff off your plate. You and Trent went to go and sit on the couch as your grandma said it was time to open gifts. Trent had pulled you in his lap so there was room for other people. All the other kids got fifty dollars while younger kids got 4-5 gifts.

Your sister, her husband, you, and Trent all said our goodbyes and got in the car to head back to my sisters house.

After and hour car ride, you and Trent went to the guest bedroom, changing into pajamas before getting into bed. “So how’d you like meeting the rest of my family” you asked him while rubbing up and down his arm. “It was nice, they seem nice and chill, but god I love your family drama” he said giving you a kiss after. “Alright let’s go to sleep my love we have a very early flight” he said kissing my forehead before pulling you close to his chest. “I love you” you said kissing right over his heart. “I love you too princess” he mumbled in your hair.

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[actiniumwrites]

𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

synopsis: in which a victory against cyno at genius invocation tcg leads to unexpected confessions

characters: cyno x gn!reader

wc: 880

warnings: fluff, angst, kinda hurt/comfort? established relationships, jealousy, loneliness

notes: sorry it’s been so long since i’ve written something :( this also isn’t based on the new event since i haven’t had the chance to play it yet! it kinda just popped into my mind randomly

“Ha, I win!” You exclaim loudly, immediately bursting up from your spot at the table and pointing downward at your victory.

“What?” Cyno gasps before spouting words of denial, “No, that’s impossible!”

Ruby eyes hurriedly glance over the cards on the table, desperately searching for some sort of error. Cyno was the king of Genius Invocation TCG. He fought people over it, entered dangerous competitions just to win cards, and for you to so easily defeat him? He couldn’t bear to admit his pitiful defeat.

Cyno never knew just how good you were at TCG. Your deck was damn near flawless, cards powerful beyond belief — not to mention how many limited editions you had. All these years of knowing each other, and not once did he know of your affliction for the card game.

“Admit it, Cyno, you lost!” You rub in your victory once again, reveling in the shear defeat painted across his face. It’s priceless, an expression you’re pretty sure you’ve never seen on his face. If you’re being honest, you didn’t know he could make such an expression.

“No, I won’t accept it,” he says slowly, staring down at his own cards, analyzing where he went wrong, “Let’s go again. If you really are that good, then beat me again.”

Your smile grows big and is rather mischievous, “Oh? Ready to lose again?”

And so you play. Again and again and again. Over and over. It takes hours before either of you declare it time to leave the tavern. Countless people go in and out, some wander over and stare at the intense match, while others pass by without a glance. It isn’t until Lambad comes over and tells the two of you the tavern is closing that you finally pick up your cards and place them back in your deck.

You glance up curiously at your boyfriend when you’re done. His looks distraught and a pinch of disappointment rests on his face. You watch as he picks up his cards one by one and carefully places them in his deck as to not damage them. It contrasts how you care for your cards: eager to place them away in bundles, almost like you didn’t practically sell your soul for them.

When he’s done, the two of you walk out of the tavern silently. You don’t like the tension in the air or the lingering sense of defeat, even though you won.

A grumble from either of your stomachs cuts through the deafening silence. You go to meet Cyno’s eyes, but he isn’t looking. You speak anyway, “I guess we played so long we forgot to eat, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to stop and get something? I’ll pay,” you offer in the hopes he’ll give you a real response.

“I’ll just eat at home.”

“Oh, okay,” you say meekly and avert your eyes. You play with the bracelet on your hands for a few seconds, fiddling with each gem on it.

“I never hid that I was good at TCG, you know?” You blurt out suddenly. It captures Cyno’s attention in an instant and his eyes finally snap to yours.

“What?” He says as if he doesn’t believe you.

“Really, I swear! I just—we’ve been dating for years. And, well, I knew how much you liked the game, but I was never any good at it. You always go out with the others and play with them and it always made me feel a little jealous because I didn’t understand how to play it.”

Cyno looks shocked, but he motions you to continue on, eager to hear your explanation, “One day, a few years ago, I decided to find someone to teach me and I got a good deck and started collecting cards in the hopes that I could play on your level one day. I didn’t mean to make you feel so defeated though, honestly! I just wanted to have fun with you too.”

Cyno sighs. He hates the way he made you feel guilty just because he was upset he lost at a stupid card game. That, and he never knew how you felt all these years. While he was off playing for hours on end with the people you both called friends, you were at home feeling left out. How did he never realize?

“You could’ve asked me, you know?” Cyno says quietly, “I could’ve been your teacher.”

“Yeah, but I sort of wanted to surprise you,” you smile bashfully.

“Trust me, you certainly surprised me,” he scoffs, “All that talk about wanting to be on my level and you go and exceed me.”

You laugh loudly at that, and a smile pulls at Cyno’s lips as he lets out a breath of air, “You’ll have to teach me some of your tricks. I still cannot believe you beat me every single time.”

“Maybe, but only if you give me that card with the limited edition Inazuma backing!”

“What? No. Do you know how long it took me to get that one?”

You dramatically sigh and look away, “Oh well, I guess you’ll just have to continue losing then.”

“Okay!” Cyno interrupts, “but only if you agree to share it with me.”

You smile and nod at him, “I can work with that.”

[taroicantwait]

Suggestive I guess. Kissing Anton. Reader is older, yeah. Bad writing bc English is not my first lenguaje. Bye.

October started and the hard part of school with it, the season was make it you going through an emotional ride. You are exhausted all the time with your morning job, school at noon, homework at night and your extra job at midnight.

Stress, exhaust, and need is how you feel all the time lately. You can't even remember when was the last time you sleep well, you eat well or kiss someone well. At this point even holding hands with anyone would help you.

Johnny was someone you meet in your second year in school, he was older than you and he became a good friend helping you with chores and dealing with uni life. After he graduated he opened the bar near to the campus and you work there some nights.

Being a waitress was a good job, the tips were good and John pay you enough to get you little special treats from time to time. There was in this bar where you meet Anton. Shy and handsome Anton.

Freshman were crazy and excited about uni life, the freedom of being far from home allowed them to be here and there as much as they wanted but always being careful about grades. What a time was that for you.

Shotaro was kinda a friend for you, you have classes together and even work together at the bar before he quit to his new job.

"girl! Look who I meet!"

That night you were introduced to bunch of new kids, Anton including. He was so shy, barely talking with you when the other guys shoot questions about campus and classes and club options for the rest of the semester.

September was a good month, easy with you, Anton was good and easy with you too.

Despite no having any class together, Anton was always around you somehow.

At the beginning it was just at the bar, quick Hi's, hand wave, he even bought you a drink once. Then it was around campus, saying hi in the corridor, if you meet by coincidence at the local cafe he would bought you a cup and then walk you to your next class, he would even carry you bag.

Then it scale a little, it wasn't just cups of coffee, it was full meals, he would even send you take out when he didn't see you at the bar, he would appear the next day in front of you class with a bagel and a coffee

"I know you didn't even have breakfast"

It was just a few weeks since you meet him and you know you're smart enough to know the little attraction to have for him is going to evolve into something more if he keeps acting like that with you. And you know he only acts like this with you (and maybe Shotaro told you a few things)

At this point you could make a move on him and just sell the deal, but the tension feels so good and your needy, stressed and exhausted ass is happy with it. So you just let it be.

"you can go home. this place is dead for today"

"if you don't mind me Johnny I wanna do my homework somewhere else but home, if I have to look the same wall again imma get crazy"

It was almost midnight when Johnny decided to close early, you started to get ready to go when the little bell announce someone new. It was Anton along with Sungchan and Seunghan.

"oh, guys. What are you doing here?"

"we came for something to eat. School is killing us and we haven't eat a proper meal in edges at this point"

Johnny look at you, you know how is to be a freshman and being far from home and he knows too.

"the kitchen is already closed. but I have some food in my apartment, you can come if you want"

"are you sure hyung?" Sungchan ask

"sure. it would be fun to have some company in home. are you coming?"

"nah, Im to tired, I'll get home, but have fun guys. bye!"

Not even two minutes pass when you hear Anton calling you.

"let me walk you home" he said breathless already taking your bag from your shoulder.

The way home was quite, you could feel his arm brushing yours form time to time, the warm of his body, the smell of his perfume. Anton was so much taller than you, your head barely reach his shoulder, so dawn here you could peek a bit to his face.

He was handsome. Pretty eyes, pretty skin, pretty hair, pretty smile, pretty voice, pretty lips.

He sometimes apply chapstick in his lips after lunch and the idea of kissing him looking pretty tentative. Before your thoughts line keep going the ringtone of your phone started playing.

It was your ex calling, you didn't answer already know it the speech he had for you. But he keep calling, and calling, and calling

"you want me answer?" Uh? " is obvious you don't wanna answer and is obvious this person will keep calling"

The silence must be loud because Anton stoped to look at you in the eyes, the ringtone started again and he, careful as always, took your hand where you phone was, took your phone and with his other hand he answered, all still holding your hand.

"hello?... im Anton... yeah... I don't remember her mentioned someone with that name before... no... I... I'm her boyfriend... I think you're calling the wrong number and I don't feel comfortable with some random men calling my girlfriend... No, bye"

Anton hang out and put your phone in his pocket, he started to walk again, still holding your hand. You didn't knew if it was the surprised actions from him or the new proximity between you but you sure you probably look a little dumb.

You apartment was in the third floor of a building permit, when you got inside the elevator you could see your reflection on the doors, Anton hand still holding yours, rosy cheeks and lips parted. Nobody but you use the elevator this late, you know it. It would be easy to ask him for a kiss in this moment and nobody but the security camera would know what happened.

Before you could open your mouth the doors open in your floor, once in front of your door the silence was still loud, after a moment Anton wish you good night and when you feel his touch loosing a little you knew it was now or never

"wait... You- I mean... You didn't have dinner. You wanna have dinner with me?"

He gave you a nod, you didn't want to but it was you who let go his hand to open your apartment door "should I take my shoes off?" He asked from behind you

"if you feel like"

Your house wasn't that big, the living and the kitchen in full display, Anton following you from behind, taking seat in the kitchen table while you check on your fridge if the poor menu you did last night was enough for you two to eat.

"The remote is on the couch, you can pick something to watch while I heat the food"

You want him with you, next to you, or maybe behind you. But you're also hungry and you know you can't focus with him around.

Anton was quick and before you knew he was again in the table kitchen looking at you.

"hope you like veggies because is the menu for tonight"

"ill eat anything but ramen. neither of the boys knows how to cook and I don't have time to do it neither"

"you cook? Why you never told me?"

"you didn't ask. but if you ask I'll cook for you. you can ask me anything"

Oh

"why don't we seat in the couch? What show you pick"

Before you could think more about his words you run to the living, leaving him in your kitchen.

He followed you after a bit and sat next to you, shoulder to shoulder, his leg brushing yours. Why so close?

You eat in silence, the show you don't even paying attention in front of you, the lights down and his body warm was making your mind and your heart run.

Anton definitely did a move on you earlier, is not like you hold hands with everyone all the time. And he called himself your boyfriend, not even Johnny or Taro had ever do that.

"i should go home, thank you for the food"

"no, Anton wait!"

You didn't even let him get up of the couch, you know the imagine you are giving is not the best, but this is a opportunity you know is gonna be hard to have again.

"can we- I mean... You don't have to agree but... you wanna stay a bit longer. Maybe watch a movie?"

"sure"

Anton let his plate on the little night table you had, he keep his eyes on the tv while you scroll through next flip for a movie, you maybe are imagine things but you could sword he got closer to you, he's tight touching yours.

"are you cold? you are shivering, want my hoodie?"

That's definitely a move

So you can pull one too

"want to cuddle?"

Anton didn't answer he just make himself comfortable and open his arms for you to get in, you look like a cat trying to find a good position for you, once you find one he just let you be still looking at the tv in front.

After a while you asking him if he was okay

"yes, you?"

"yes"

Again more silence, why he didn't talk more?

"how long you broke with your ex?"

Thank God.

"almost a year"

"and he keeps calling? Why?"

"our brake out wasn't the best. He was possessive and jealous and he didn't even know how to kiss"

"kiss?"

Anton look at you again, your face just a few inches apart, he look pretty all big eyes paying total attention to you. You bet his using that chapstick he usual use.

"o.m.g, Anton, don't tell you don't know what a kiss is"

You said, obvious- pretty obviously- joking.

" I do know. want me to show you?"

This could go two routes, you saying no, make the situation a little uncomfortable and he going home and not talk to you anymore. Or you could just smash your lips against his and have the well deserved kiss you've been craving for with the pretty guy who treats you like a dolly.

Anton's lips definitely taste like cherry shine lip balm, it also taste warm and inviting. It was just a little smuch in the lips, the perfect pressure the perfect breath rythim and the little circles his hands were doing in your shoulder were so pleasing.

"want to me to stop?"

You didn't give a verbal answer decided to kiss him again instead, your hand went to his face feeling the hot skin against you palm. This time the kiss when a more open, full lips adjusting to each other without space to slowing down the pace.

Anton breath started to heat it up and yours too, it was a nerve move but you adjust your self a little more on top of him and of course not so shy handsome good kisser Anton would catch the vibe and he reclined a bit on your couch so you were now almost on his lap.

"can i- I mean... Can I..."

"yes, whatever you want" he said

The imagine in front of you was worth the cut, Anton eyes shimmering and hazy, neck and cheeks red and plumb lips as well, you bet his firm chest product of the swimming sessions is probably red as well.

After sitting on his lap, you took very careful the collar of his shirt to pull him to you, his hands in automatic to your hips

"like this, want ya close"

This time he started the kiss, hugging you closer as you wanted, one arm around your waist and the other between your hair making your breath hitch for how good it feels

You didn't know how much time passed in this state, you in Anton's embrace begin kissed by him in the couch of your apartment, you didn't know when you started to move your hips against his.

His hand were on your hip, not making more than that, just resting there letting you take control of the currently situation.

"Wait, honey, wait"

"why?" You ask but still obey him

"I need a rest, if we keep going we need to talk first.

Oh. Okay.

"I didn't mean to you getting out of my lap. just... a moment please"

You didn't knew how much time passed but you woke up a bit after, Anton under you still sleeping in your couch, after what feel like the most religion experience you had in your life just for kissing a boy.

You could think of this in the morning before going to work, right now, you are too comfortable to thing about anything but bold and good kisser Anton.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for retroactively cheating on my partner?

Look, I know the title sounds kinda dumb, but it was kind of the best way I could sum it up. This also might get a little long. I'm just trying to give the context it needs that I feel sorta led me to the decisions I made.

I (22M) went on my first vacation with my partner (25F) last summer. Our vacation was to a relatively local spot not too far out of the city that's decently popular. We'd been dating at that point for around 18 months, though a lot of our dating had been done online cuz of the whole global pandemic thing. When the restrictions started loosening she started getting pushy about me moving in. This caused some tension between us, but it always kind of fizzled out. I still lived with my dad at that point. I'd never moved in with her, since I always wanna be really absolutely sure about these things beforehand, and I'll admit to viewing our week long vacation as sort of a trial run for maybe, one day, taking that step. All of this is just context for the fact that I was really serious about her. It was also the first real adult relationship that I'd been in.

If it was meant to be a trial for moving in, the vacation probably brought to the surface all the issues that I'd had with her. It was seriously a disaster. Our first day was great, but she spent a lot of the next two days taking calls from work and having some "alone time". I was really pissed off on the third day, waking up to ask if she wanted to go swimming, and having her tell me she was up for hours, and if I wanted to go I should've talked to her earlier. I suggested things we could do together, and we did eat lunch together and go to the pool, but she wasn't at all interested in doing anything else with me. After lunch, she sort of disappeared, so I went to the bar myself and considered texting her to join me. I got distracted talking to a guy, and soon enough we were super invested in the conversation together.

For context, I'm probably somewhere on the bi/pan end of things, but I grew up and continued living in a close minded small town. Especially last year, I was very much not out, not comfortable with people seeing me as in any way lgbtq adjacent, and still holding onto a lot more internalised stuff than I was willing to admit to.

This guy (who I'll call R) and I hit it off. We had lots in common, and he was fun to hang around with, and a good listener. I won't lie, I did find him pretty physically attractive, but naturally, it wasn't a huge issue. I've never had a problem being faithful, it's something I value over anything else in a relationship. When I spoke to my girlfriend about him later, she make some teasing remarks towards me about him being my "boyfriend". I was extremely sensitive about this, and snapped at her, to which she called me oversensitive and complained I never understand her jokes. I, being more mean than I should've been, told her she should try being funny, and she just called me misogynistic, which I resented, so I walked out, and came back later when I was sure she was asleep.

The next day, she shut me off completely, which I understood. I apologised, but I appreciated that she needed some space. I ended up meeting R at the pool again. We went for a hike, which took longer than expected, and made it home at dinner, which we got together. He insisted on paying in full, and we had a fun time, walking back to the hotel together. He told me he was leaving that evening, and I offered to help him pack. We got into his room, I helped him pack, we talked, traded socials, and, eventually, just out of the blue, I kissed him. I don't really know why, but it was nothing more than a chaste kiss, and I panicked and left.

The rest of the trip with my girlfriend was mostly us keeping to ourselves, and while we made up, there was definitely an atmosphere. The atmosphere just stayed. We broke up in October, for reasons unrelated directly to the vacation.

However, my issue is that from the vacation to when my gf and I broke up, R and I were dming each other. Objectively,it wasn't anything romantic or sexual, no nudes, nothing like that. We would just talk like we always did. We decided to try out dating in February of this year, and so far, its been great - he's genuinely a brilliant partner, we have far less conflicts, we sort things out quicker, and we generally seem to mesh much better than I did with my ex. But being with him has sort of taught me that what I valued him for when we were just talking is also what I mostly value him for now that we're dating - his good listening, his great sense of humour, the fact he just seems to get me. I could be overthinking things, but I can't shake this weird feeling that while I was with my ex I was somehow having all the trappings of another relationship whilst not indulging in the traditional markers of one. It just doesn't feel right to me. Am I the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

[metatronhateblog]

Duck Duck what the Fuck pt. 2, Featuring Not to Be a Bearer of News

Okay in my previous post [link here] we talked about the appearance of ducks and ducks with accordions in the opening sequence. Now I didn't really have too much to say except fucking weird, right? But now I'm going to start digging around in this a bit more.

Welcome back to what is the big deal with ducks.

To start off, ducks are verbally mentioned in this show... 4 times. (I'm pretty sure it's 4 but it's highly possible I'm missing something.)

Our first case is in Season 1 episode 1. At approximately 26:45 we see a transition to the park where Crowley and Aziraphale are having a meeting. The quote here is stated by none other than our narrator God. She states...

"Everyone knows the best place for a clandestine meeting in London is and always has been Saint James' Park. They say the ducks are so used to being fed by secret agents that they've developed Pavlovian reactions to them. The Russian cultural attaché's black bread is particularly sought after by the more discerning duck. Crowley and Aziraphale have been meeting here for quite some time."

This quote has always been...a little sus to me. Now if you aren't entirely sure what Pavlovian effect is, I direct you to a situation that you quite possibly experience yourself. Have you ever heard the sound of an alarm clock, or the sound you set your own alarm clock as playing outside of a setting that isn't meant to wake you up? Have you had this knee jerk reaction where you feel yourself tense and need the sound to stop and maybe even feel a little bit more awake because of it? No? If not you are beyond lucky.

A Pavlovian reaction is a conditioned response to something, in my known knowledge I think it's generally accompanied by a sound (apologies for explaining this so poorly, if anyone wants to hop in the comments and explain better I will love you so much.) For example, some farmers ring a bell or something to let their cows know it's time to eat. The cows then associate that noise with food and will probably expect to be fed upon any point of hearing that bell.

So in this case...ducks hear the whisperings of secret agents and know that it means they get fed. The more recognizable the noise, the better the bread. Hence the line that the more discerning ducks go towards the Russian cultural attaché. Kinda fascinating right? And also a weird way to describe the ducks...

Moving on the second time ducks are mentioned is by Crowley in season 1 episode 2. He makes a comment in regards to suspicions about him saying something along the lines of suspicions slide off him 'like water slides off of....what does water slide off of?" And then later on at some random point (pretty sure it's in the same episode) yells 'DUCKS! That's what water slides off of.' (I'm paraphrasing here because this isn't a quote I needed to look up cause I knew it in my soul.)

Now the phrase 'Like water slides off a duck's back' generally tends to mean that someone is unaffected by something. Whatever it is, they are unperturbed. Okay...another interesting way to look at ducks.

Our third quote is in season 1 episode 3. Crowley once again speaks to us about ducks when he's talking to Aziraphale about ✨insurance.✨ No not that kind of insurance I'm talking about the Holy Water. When Crowley and Aziraphale meet in the park in their little top hats in 1862 the conversation goes something like this...

Crowley - "If it all goes wrong, I want insurance."

Aziraphale - "What?"

Crowley, handing Aziraphale a piece of paper - "I wrote it down. Walls have ears. Well ,not walls. Trees have ears. Ducks have ears. Do ducks have ears? Must do. That's how they hear other ducks."

That's...and interesting little throw away line right there that Aziraphale ignores to tell him no. And maybe it is a little throw away line...or maybe we're meant to pay attention to it. Why else would they continue talking about something if they don't want to emphasize it. Twice is a coincidence but threes a pattern.

Which leads me to our fourth quote (continuing our pattern) being from Season 2 this time in which Crowley (I'm slowly seeing a pattern of how it's almost always Crowley talking about ducks, and who's the one who tells Aziraphale when they're being watched???) yells at some agents not to feed the ducks bread. Shax then asks him what you're supposed to feed ducks, and once again it isn't until later on in the conversation that Crowley says 'Peas. You give ducks peas.'

Feeding ducks bread is not good. But I'm not sure there's any other little meaning in here.

Now that we've got that out of the way. I want to mention The Other times ducks are mentioned, and to me it only seems to get weirder.

The first appearance of a mention of ducks in season 2...is the first time we meet Mr. Brown (of Brown's world of carpets.)

In our second episode, Crowley and Aziraphale have a meeting at the PuB in which we meet Mr. Brown (of Brown's world of carpets) who corners Aziraphale about holding the Whickber Street Traders and Shopkeepers Association monthly? meeting. Buuuuuuut. We actually first see him BEFORE he comes over to Aziraphale. (Don't even get me started on the weird shit in the PuB)

Even here we can see he's got a something in his arm, which we quickly find out is a newspaper.

But notice how....whatever angle we're seeing him from, we can see the front of his newspaper? It's like a big flashing sign that says 'HEY LOOK AT ME!'

We even see him right here, moving towards Aziraphale while Crowley orders drinks. And what do we see? The front of the newspaper.

And he

spends

every

moment

showing us that newspaper.

And even better, tell me why it appears that Aziraphale is looking at the paper and not him?

And I know this shot is blurry but even as he leaves the PuB, he's still holding that newspaper towards the camera.

And then he's literally holding it in front of his face

Even when we see him days later!

So for starters. Why...why does he have the same newspaper over a span of multiple days. And more importantly. Why on Earth does it say 'Nebraskan Woman Taught Duck to Play Accordion.'

Now you might say it's dumb and unimportant. And normally I'd agree...if he wasn't flashing that newspaper around like a billboard.

It leads me to believe it's really important, but why I don't know. @lady-of-the-puddle and I are still agonizing over ducks and have yet to really figure out what significance there might be.

The only thought I have had....which seems so far-fetched I'm embarrassed to say it almost, is who, off the top of your head is the one person you can think of that would have the power to teach a duck to play an accordion considering they don't have posable thumbs....or hands for that matter?

If you said God then I feel a little less ridiculous...but also why would God teach a duck to play accordion. So not having anything to back that up or anything to further explore it with....But I feel like that might be thinking of the duck thing from the wrong angle since our most common discussion point about ducks seems to be them hearing things and all around being suspicious little feathered friends.

I have to say I am quite clueless on the matters of ducks but I feel they have to be important....

And don't get me started on newspapers...

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

scoops!robin x reader ask :)

i think it would be cute if the reader came to visit robin at scoops and steve (who doesn't know who the reader is) was manning the register and decides to flirt a little bit. cue robin in the back laughing to herself listening to this shit go down until she's had enough fun and basically goes "hey dingus that's my gf i always talk about" and steve's like :O

500 celebration yaaaayy!!

MY FIRST ROBIN WRITE!!! if this does well might write for her more and anyone could always send in asks for her.

pairing: robin buckley x fem!reader wc: 1K

masterlist

when your fifteen minute break started you headed over to scoops hoping to catch robin for just a few minutes. it’s great that you and your girlfriend work at Starcourt, but it sucks when your breaks can’t align.

you hurried away from the movie theater and down the escalator, squeezing past the gaps between people. it was a bit rude, but you were being as polite as possible just wanting to see robin’s smiling face and freckles cheeks.

when you walked into scoops and saw not a customer in sight it made you happy since robin wouldn’t need to end her break right away unless someone ringed the bell. there wasn’t a worker behind the counter so you pushed the saloon doors open without complaint and frozen at the sight before you.

instead of your gorgeous girlfriend sitting at the small table in the back room, steve harrington was leaning in a chair as he chomped on a banana, his cheeks puffing like a chipmunk. his brows scrunched in the middle and his mouth came to a pout as he spoke, muffled by his food, “wo re ou?”

“friend of robin.” playing it safe even if robin has told you how she teases him around and he isn’t a bully anymore. you weren’t sure what else he knows though since you haven’t gotten the time to really meet this ‘new steve’. “uh, where- where’s robin? was supposed to meet before she was off break.” wringing your hands together as a mindless tick.

steve chewed a few more times before swallowing harshly, “said she wanted to take a lap. getting too cooped up in the store.” he threw his empty peel onto the white table top. “don’t think we’ve met before.” his head tilted to the side, probably trying to recall your face or name.

you moved away from the door to lean your back into the counter, hands curling around the linoleum beside you. “well, i’m only friends with robin. haven’t gotten to really meet you, king steve.” using the high school nickname to poke a bit of understanding from you to him.

steve winched, “so we went to high school together, got it.” he rested all four chair legs on the floor to lean onto the table, “i don’t know what robin’s told you about myself while she’s been here, but i swear i’m not like that anymore. stopped hanging around tommy and carol since november of ‘83, basically babysit without pay, i work here and wear this stupid uniform. i’m no longer king steve.”

you were quiet, taking in all this information you kinda knew already but processing it in steve’s words. and then you couldn’t help giggling a little as you said, “the uniform definitely isn’t the most flattering for a guy like you.”

steve smiled and cocked a brow, “a guy like me?”

a shrug of your shoulders, “well it’s the hat. ruins your best feature obviously, steve the hair harrington.” being fully sarcastic, but steve straightened up and pointed a finger at you with enthusiasm, “thank you! i’ve been telling robin that for so long.”

and speaking of robin, she still wasn’t around and you did want to get something to eat. a quick look at your watch telling you seven minutes have gone by. you kissed your teeth, “uh, i gotta go get lunch. uh, if you see robin just tell her i stopped by and i’ll call her.”

moving back to the door before a squeak and steve’s voice stopped you, “wait, uh, i could give you an ice cream. on the house, if you’d like.” running a hand through his hair.

you couldn’t help the simple smile on your lips, “that’s nice, steve, but kinda want actual food in my stomach for the rest of my shift.” and robin gives you free ice cream anyway.

he waved you off, “well the offers on the house whenever. also, where do you work in the mall. think i’d notice if you were around.”

index finger landed on the name tag stuck on your bright blue shirt, “movie theater.”

steve nodded his head at the information as he sat a hand to his hip, “well, if you're ever free and want to hang out. you know where to find me.” a certain lilt to his voice that you picked up on, but thought nothing of. “i’ll keep that in mind, harrington.”

you pushed through the swinging doors and just a few steps into the lobby someone called your name, a female voice and it made your heart jump and cheeks ache with a tight smile. robin came rushing into the ice cream parlor, the wind pushing her blue vest back and her strawberry blonde highlights waved in the breeze.

you opened your arms wide and she came running in with her freckled limbs wrapping tight around your waist. her face nestling into your neck, “i’ve missed you,” came her muffled confession.

you giggled sweetly, arms snug over her shoulders, “and i’ve missed you. but i need food so i can't stay any longer. since somebody-“ leaning your head and body to peek at robin, “chose to go for a walk instead of waiting for their girlfriend.” whispering the last word in her ear.

robin groaned, “i’m sorry, but if you have to listen to soccer moms and crying kids all day you’d need a breather too.”

the two of you stayed wrapped together, swaying side to side with an invisible tune. then there was a squeaking of hinges so the two of you broke apart to see steve walking behind the counter. his sailor hat back on his head and his eyes looking between the two of you.

robin pulled you with her as she moved closer to the counter, “steve this is y/n, my special friend. y/n this is steve, the lady killer.”

and you had to suck in the laugh that wanted to burst at the sight of steve widening his eyes to golf balls at this news robin was presenting to him.

“oh….”

-

[wooahaes]

the way home

pairing: non-idol!yoshi x gn!reader

genre: silly fluff. established relationship au.

word count: 0.7k~

warnings: mentions of homesickness + food mentions.

daisy's notes: he is so <3 to me

One of your least favorite sights in the world was the sight of your boyfriend upset. On the very slight bright side, you at least knew why that was: Yoshinori was homesick. He’d see families out and about when the two of you went for walks together, and you’d see the way his smile faltered a little bit. You’d always squeeze his hand reassuringly, and he’d meet your eyes before smiling again, but you knew he missed his mom and his sisters.

Which meant you’d find a way to cheer him up. Hyunsuk and Jihoon had let you into the apartment that morning before heading out for a bit, and you’d decided to focus on making something sweet for breakfast while Yoshi was still asleep. At some point, Junkyu had wandered into the kitchen before spotting you and rubbing his eyes. He furrowed his brows, looking around for a moment as if he didn’t just come from his shared room with Yoshi.

“Yoshi’s asleep—”

“Let him sleep,” you had said. “I’ll wake him up when I’m done.” You paused while plating up another pancake. “Want a few? I made plenty.”

He’d merely stolen one off of the top, taking a bite. He shut his eyes, slowly chewing as he savored it. “You’re amazing.” 

With a smile, you’d merely shrugged. This was far from the first time you’d heard that from one of Yoshi’s housemates—namely coming after you’ve cooked for any of them. “I know. Like I said… Don’t wake Yoshi up yet.” 

Of course, things didn’t go entirely according to plan. Eventually he’d made his way to the bathroom, only realizing the smell of pancakes in the air on his return trip to his room. When he’d seen you, he’d only slightly complained about you not waking him up… but he’d let it go easily enough. His face had fallen into your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you, slowly waking up while you finished off the last of the batter.

“So…” You’d said to him while he was enjoying breakfast. “I’ve been thinking…”

He looked up. “Hm?”

“I wanna give you your Christmas present early.” 

Immediately, you heard the clatter of a fork, and Yoshi’s soft apology. “I haven’t bought yours yet—”

“That’s okay,” you said. “I really didn’t expect anything today. I just…” You reached for your bag, opening it up to pull out an envelope. “I kinda have to tell you now.” 

Yoshi glanced from your face down to the envelope you were now holding out to him, mouth slightly agape as he accepted it. You watched with a smile as he slipped his fingers underneath the fold, slowly tearing it open as he pulled out two plane tickets. His head jerked up as he looked at you.

“These are—”

“Before you say anything,” you stopped him, “I didn’t pay for these alone.”

“But how did you—”

“Your mom and sisters helped me work something out,” you said. “Merry Christmas?”

He slowly pushed the tickets back into their envelope, clearly unsure of what to say. “I… Thank you, but—I thought we were going to pay for this trip together.”

The two of you had been discussing this for months now: he’d wanted you to meet his family in-person. He was serious enough about you, and video calls didn’t feel like enough. You rested your head in one hand. “I know. We can take another trip together in the future. I just… You’ve clearly been homesick for a while now, and I really hate seeing you so upset.”

“I…” He sniffled, reaching up to wipe his eyes on his sleeve. “You didn’t have to.” 

“I wanted to,” you said. “And I figured I should tell you now so we can figure out our plans.”

Yoshi stood up so that he could lean over the table and kiss you as best he could. “I love you,” he mumbled against your lips, and when he pulled away, you could see him wiping at his eyes again. “They’re going to love you, too,” he said, voice softer this time. “My mom already does, but…”

You just smiled to yourself, admiring him as he went back to eating—excitedly already talking about the places he’d show you back home. Sure, you’d met his family through plenty of video calls, but this was different. And if it meant you’d see Yoshi this happy… You’d have to sneak around and do this again sometime.

taglist: @twancingyunhao

[loveon-venus]

You drive me crazy…

Bill Kaulitz x second guitarist reader

A little bit of backstory before we start. You’re a part of Tokio Hotel. In the band you play backup guitar. You’re close with all your bandmates it’s kinda a sibling relationship. Bill being the most protective over you. Tom says it’s because he’s head over heels in love but you beg to differ. You’re the “female heart-throb” of Tokio Hotel. Mainly just the bi or lesbian girls are attracted to you. Who could blame them I mean you’re like Tom but even better somehow? Kinda femme fatale if you catch my drift.

You were getting ready for a show and you barely started to get dressed. Until your producer knocks on your door and says “12 minutes till your on hurry!” You naturally panic and quickly put on something

You walk out of your dressing room and quickly grab your guitar and join the rest of the band. They all stare at you but Bill has taken a special interest in your look tonight.

“Wow nice outfit Y/n!” Gustav says supportively. You’re confused until you get a good look at what you’re wearing. A short black skirt and a red bejeweled tank top. “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!” You panic even more you never wear this type of stuff. You normally dress like Avril Lavigne when she was in her s8ter boy era. “I can’t go out like this…” “Well to bad we’re starting” George says as he pushes you towards stage. You almost trip and fall but luckily you catch yourself. As you walk onto the stage your fans are screaming your name you even hear a couple of “Y/N YOU LOOK SO HOT” “MARRY ME” “Y/N I LOVE YOU!!”

Honestly you were shocked yeah you get those types of screams but never to that extent. You kinda liked it having so many people at the palm of your hand. Once the concert started you got more and more confident. You walked around the stage, flirted with your fans, made movements that would literally send your fans into a spiral, and apparently sent Bill into a spiral too. The whole night you felt like someone was staring at you. I mean yeah you were preforming for thousands of people, but also your singer. Bill, he was looking at you the entire night. Admiring you from behind, listening to your soft angelic voice with his once in a while. Even when you would walk around stage he’d either be following you with his eyes or when you were standing next to him he’d always have his hands on you.

Once the show ended it was time for the meet in greets. You were standing there talking with the band and Bill was standing next you. His hand was on your hip until one fan started walking over, but he did make sure to slap you ass before his hand was at his side. (A little out of character but IDGAFFFF) You immediately turned red and Tom laughed at your face. Every now and again a fan of yours would run up to specifically YOU. They would compliment you, give you a gift, talk for a little, and sometimes you would hug them or even give them a kiss on the cheek. Bill on the other hand during those interactions would get jealous, but he wouldn’t admit it when the boy’s asked if he was.

“Bill dude you’re the definition of jealous..” “Tom I don’t know what you’re fucking talking about…” Bill said gritting his teeth. Tom formed a shit eating grin and said “Oh yeah?” “Mhm…” “alright then…Y/N!” You look over to him “WHAT DO YOU WANT?” “I DARE YOU TO ACTUALLY KISS YOUR NEXT FAN” “PAY ME AND ILL DO IT” “DEAL” You smile and nod. Tom looks back at Bill and grins. “I’m going to kill you in your sleep…” “I’d love you see you try shit head”

“Alright kiss the next fan…easy enough” as you finish that sentence a tall, long black hair with red ends, gothic girl runs up to you and excitedly says “Hi!” The boys look over and their mouths open. You on the other hand were a blushing mess. You acted confident while your inner self was screaming in whatever the fuck sexuality you are. She gave you a bracelet that looked like one of hers and a couple of expensive jewelry’s, colognes and perfumes (your notoriously known for wearing colognes most of the time) You thanked her and actually asked for her number. She gladly gave it to you and when she was about to leave you pulled her into a kiss. Immediately paparazzi started taking photos of the interaction. The rest of the band looks over to Bill, and he’s fuming. When you stop kissing her she smiles and waves bye while walking away. Literally you have heart eyes until Gustav takes you away from your dream land. The rest of the meet in greet was filled with Bill constantly staring at you. Once you’re done with the meet and greet you force Tom to carry most of your gifts into your hotel room, then you push him into his hotel room. When you get back into your hotel room you sense someone else is in there with you

“What the hell was that earlier Y/n?” You turn to see Bill standing near your door. “Jesus fucking Christ you scared the shit outa me” “That’s not the answer I was looking for..Now are you gonna tell me what the fuck that was?” “Oh come on Bill chill out Tom just dared me to kiss the next fan so I did I don’t see what the big deal is” “Are you fucking kidding me? You don’t see the problem?!” “No I don’t Bill why don’t you show me if you care so god damn much?!” “BECAUSE I LIKE YOU Y/N!” You stand there shocked Tom was right…for once…”When you walked out the that outfit, when you were flirting with your fans, you literally kissed most of the girls that showed up at the meet and greet. I just- whatever forget about it goodnight Y/N” Bill walked out of your hotel room and slammed the door shut. “God damnit..LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK?!” You sit down on you bed contemplating your decisions until you slowly drift off to sleep.

Idk I decided to write this because I saw a fic were you were part of the band and the creative juices started flowing. Anyway I’ll get back to writing Trapped in leather but if you guys want me continue this one I’ll gladly do so!

[sillygoose067]

Over the 7 Seas

Ch.12

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Author’s Note: FYI, if you haven’t been following along closely since chapter 2, I had the OC be Indian/a brown girl— Just because I felt like we don’t get enough representation. So if you don’t like that, I guess just either live with it, or blur that piece of information out as you go. Also: did I use some random ass generator wheel for some of the super specific information? Yes. Will I change it? Probably not. Did I check if that kinda stuff was even possible? …Mayhaps.

When you finally make it into the restaurant and sit down to order, you immediately spot multiple people, mostly young women, pulling out their phones, trying to (not so) discreetly take photos and videos of the two of you. You could just imagine the headlines and hashtags trending the next day.

Charles is immune to this by now and smiles and waves at some of the phones, and ignores the majority of the others. 

Biting your lip, you scan through the menu. “Charles?”

“Hmm?”

“Would you mind recommending me something? I’ve never been here before”.

“Sure Chéri. Is there anything you don’t or can’t consume? I hate to assume, but I know that lots of Indians are vegetarian”.

“Ah, no. My family and I eat everything, so no worries”.

He orders a Tourte de Blettes for you and a Pissaladiere for himself.

“So. Tell me more about yourself.”

Not knowing how to go about this, you think for a while. “Well, I’m Indian, but I was born in Singapore, and brought up in America”. You count off a finger. “I was certified to be a music producer at a very young age, sometime in secondary school and I have a degree in forensic science. I really love singing, but usually only in my free time. I've actually been working at a producing studio here”. You scrunch your brows trying to recall any interesting details about yourself. “Um, I’m also a dance choreographer for a lot of Korean idol groups and produce music for them too, so I go over there from time to time… I don’t know. What exactly do you want to know?”

When you meet Charles’s eyes again, he’s looking at you with an adoring expression on his face. “You’re so cute, like a little angel. Mon ange” (My angel).

You blush in embarrassment. He asks you more about why you chose your major and what it’s like working with idols while you wait for your meals. “I’d love to hear you sing sometime”.

Just then, the waiter comes with your dishes. Whew, saved by the food! The aromas wafting off the delicious looking dishes are absolutely mouth watering, as if the sights weren’t enough. You begin to split your food in half, and he asks what you’re doing. “Oh- well, my family and I always split our meals equally to try everything, Sorry, I did that out of habit– I can take the piece back–”

“I think I quite like that idea. Here”, He splits his meal and gives it to you as well. 

…

After dinner, the two of you decide to split the bill, because you were unwilling to let Charles pay in full, regardless of whether or not he earned more than you. 

As you walk back home, hand-in-hand and discussing common interests, you find yourself leaning your head on his arm, and later, with his arm around your shoulder. 

When you reach the door to your apartment, he turns to you and moves a strand of hair out of your face. “I liked getting to know you tonight, and I hope you will give me the chance to take you out again”. You make a sound of agreement. Knowing that you aren’t quite ready to have your first kiss yet, you pull him down slightly and get on your tiptoes, kissing his cheek. He smiles and kisses the crown of your head in return, and then ushers you into your home. 

When he leaves, you send him a text. Thank you for the best first date ever.

[absolutebl]

This Week In BL - The Floodgates Have Opened

Oct 2022 Wk 1

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying the most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

The Eclipse (Fri YT) 9 of 12 - Aye is such an intense and focused little thing. The eye contact with these 2 is beyond eye fucking into something more like eye soul-mating. The pool kiss was fine, but they looked cold. GMMTV loves a pool kiss. 

My Only 12% (Fri iQIYI) 9 of 14 - this show makes me cry. Fee is a wonderful friend. This was a good episode, it was fun to see Eiw come into his own. I look forward to the reunion next week.

Ai Long Nhai (Mon iQIYI) 2 of 10 - I figured it out, this is Make it Right the uni years! That’s why I like it. Nhai Is apparently flirtier and gayer when drunk. I’ve known some British lads like that. OK so sex happened. I like that there was some kind of confused drunken consent. But also serious regrets and bisexual identity crisis. Poor Nhai: You can’t have your friend and eat him too. This plot is moving quickly: it’s ep 2 and they have slept together and confessed, plus a one month trial relationship. I like it. This is messy gay in a way I appreciate. 

Ghost Host, Ghost House (Weds YouTube & Gaga) 1 of 8 - I'm enjoying the lead pair, the meet cute, and the combative nature of their relationship. I’m not wild about the premise but I like how different it is from all the previous “my ghost boyfriend” takes on this concept. More “our human pet.” I’m beginning to be weirdly charmed by how bureaucratic the Thai afterlife always seems to be. 

Big Dragon (Sat Gaga) 1 of 8 - Basically we have player love-rivals (a girl)/enemies to lovers + a rich/poor pairing: Yai & Mangkorn. It had a good hook but most of the ep was dull; thankfully Gaga has a 1.5x speed. The acting is bad but the sex scene was fine: dominance struggles, lots of switching, and verse stuff. *we likie* This show is using drugging (impaired judgement/dub-con/both men), sexual extortion, and blackmail as a plot device not unlike LITA. But it’s using antiheroes and presenting everything, including the characters, in a negative light. Thus right now in BL we have a great example of how the same plot device can be depicted differently and result in an entirely different perspective and watcher experience. In other words: a narrative I’m hating in LITA doesn’t bother me here, because of characterization.  

Work from Heart (Thurs YouTube) 3 of 7 - The agro yet deeply in-crush behavior of our tsundere seme is kinda fun, but the fashion remains truly terrible and the most unpleasant performer in this show. Although it’s got competition. 

Love in the Air (Thurs iQIYI) 8 of 13 - the premise and blackmail set up for this couple really fucked with me (because Sky is a broken angel-baby and Pai is an irredeemable pustule). I am not happy about it: DUMPSTER FIRE TRASH WATCH ALONG HERE. That said, there is a GREAT analysis of Sky’s character here (that I totally enjoy and want to be true, but I think gives Mame too much credit). 

Fahlanruk (Sun GaGa) 4 of 12 - So Fah’s bf cheated first? Okay, still doesn’t justify his behavior. Honestly, I really can’t stand this show. Now we are playing a game of how long can I go before dropping it.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Takara-kun and Amagi-kun (Japan Thurs GaGa & Viki) 7 of 8 - these two pretty much define awkward. Takara because he is trying desperately to keep his cool reserve (and perform perfect seme) while simultaneously being so in love/lust with Amagi in high school where desire is, by definition and practice, uncool. Amagi is all frenetic movements and angles, like he cannot control his limbs or his emotions, everything is deeply confusing to him including Takara’s affection. Watching them stumble around each other and agonize over every little movement and conversation is an exercise in joy, patience, and agony. It’s all so “teenager” I can hardly stand it. This episode, however, was more about Tanaka coping with learning his friend is 1. not straight and 2. deeply in love with an adorable weirdo. It was a quieter ep than I expected but sweet. “He said something cute and I couldn’t help myself“ is so traditional Japanese seme in one sentence I can’t even.

Kabe Koji (Japan Mon Viki) 1 of 10 - basically this is A Man Who Defies the World of BL + Senpai This Can’t be Love (as @heretherebedork said). Nakao Masaki playing a sunshine bouncy himbo character is a fucking revelation, I didn’t think he had it in him. But our tsundere uke is far too tsundere for me, and despite the premise (AN IDOL LOVE INTEREST!) I do not not really like it. I just hate the stalker photograph obsession thing (My Engineer, SCOY, STCBL, now this) and I can’t support a character that starts out this way, it’s apparently a trigger I didn’t know I had until BL tried to romanticize it. I love Nakao Masaki (in a non stalker, no photos kind of way) so I might muscle through but... 

Once Again (Korea Fri GaGa) 7-8fin - Cute date plus hand holding and a mild but sweet moot kiss does not a satisfying ending make. They are great boyfriends even if only for a few days. As expected, like Kissable Lips, this one ends sad. Can’t stop the Koreans when a temporal paradox and death is on the line. They do love their tragedy, not to mention unavoidable fate. 2/10 NOT RECOMMENDED

It’s Airing But I’m Not Watching It

War of Y - 20 eps A spy have reported in on a spoiler assessment of the first 2 installments here. 2 more to go. 

Oh My Sunshine Night 16 eps - I’m scared it’s gonna be sad, so I’m waiting for spies to tell me it’s safe, so far reported to be quite the soap opera. 

To Sir With Love AKA Khun Chai 10 eps - dito OMSN, so I’m holding until it finishes its run. 

My Roommate - 32 eps of 2 minutes each? Terrible production values, worse than the pulps. I not bothering. 

In Case You Missed It

180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us had a sad end, or at least, not a happy one, so I will not be watching it. I’m happy to leave it permanently listed dnf. 2022 will be the year I dnf’d the most BL, partly because there’s so much of it. (Thailand is at 108 BLs and counting this year). 

I talk a lot on this blog about linguistics (language intersecting with culture) here’s a fun podcast from Hidden Brain on How language shapes our perspective on life. 

Gossip

HIStory 5 is coming! Called HIStory5: Love in the Future. Since it’s going to be the only one under the 5 moniker I’ll probably default (like it did with H4) to just calling it H5. 

That omegaverse Thai BL got cancelled. Probably because of the fuss being kicked up about it. I am sad. No trash watch for me. Maybe Japan will still do one at some point. 

Next Week Looks Like This:

Starting: Remember Me starts tomorrow, Thai (Sun Gaga)1 of 8. 2 Moons 3 Thai (Mon ??) 1 of 10. Roommates of Poongduck 304 (Korea Thurs Viki) 1 of 8. SELF Thai (Thurs ??). My Tooth Your Love (Taiwan Fri Gaga & Viki) 1 of 12. Hard Love Mission Thai (Sat WeTV & iQiyi?). Wish Me Luck Thai (Sat ??). 

I’m traveling so I may not be able to watch the ones I already have in rotation, let alone track down the new babies. You on your own peeps, best of luck! 

Honestly Thailand, too many. You gotta stop now. We saturated. 

FULL October 2022 line up is here.

This week’s best moments?

The return of That Staircase in Eclipse! 

Tell us something we don’t know, Aye. 

Breaking news: Cute bit is very cute. 

Work from Heart: I just love the sniff test trope (AKA I like the way he smells) one of my favs. 

Although neck kisses are good too, thanks Ai Long Nhai. 

Activating seme agressive tendencies. 

Bisexual rep, yes please! 

And a direct address of drunk one night stand regrets. You’re doing well little pulp. 

Such boyfriends. 

The most seme line in a BL ever. 

(last week)

Current earworm? The Rose’s Sour