#BOUNCY IS SO GOOD AND WHEN I TELL YOU THIS MAN LOOKED SO FINE IN THE MV

[yunhobug]

i don’t really know where this came from i’ll be honest

mdni (it’s nothing serious really but i’ll put it here anyway)

Broker!Wooyoung who lives next door to you. He’s loud and always has friends over.

Broker!Wooyoung who always looks a little rough around the edges and gets home at odd hours of the night.

Broker!Wooyoung who constantly flirts with you when you leave for work in the mornings

Broker!Wooyoung who claims to be in love with you, you think he’s just teasing

Broker!Wooyoung who won’t shut up to San about his cute neighbor, he claims you are his own personal angel

Broker!Wooyoung who can hear the fights you have with your boyfriend and wants nothing more than to scream at him

Broker!Wooyoung who gets jealous when you take him back and can hear your moans through the walls

Broker!Wooyoung who takes you on a night out to ease your mind after the break up you just had

Broker!Wooyoung who’s scared to show you his world, but he doesn’t want to lie to you when you ask him what he does

Broker!Wooyoung who gets jealous when you meet San for the first time and you two get along well

Broker!Wooyoung who kisses you for the first time that same night

Broker!Wooyoung who takes you to watch San fight for the first time, he can’t help but be grateful you don’t hate him for his “job”

Broker!Wooyoung who fucks you in the back of his van after the fight, high off adrenaline and greed

Broker!Wooyoung who keeps a rolled $100 in his mouth instead of a cig, he claims to be going through his john green phase

Broker!Wooyoung who loves when you help him with placing bets

Broker!Wooyoung who loves the idea that he’s corrupted you

Broker!Wooyoong who calls you his partner in crime, even to San’s dismay

[ygslvr]

Jealousy, that shit gon' eat your heart out

Ony x Afab Reader

Word Count: 2,015

Just me talkin: This a “lil short” sumsum i thought of while making my gojo ff and this is also the first ever thing imma put on this platform so treat this shit with love and be nice bc ian scared to cuss a ho out okiii byyeeee hugs and mfkn kisses

Warings: Language, TOXIC RELATIONSHIP and uhhh just alot of shit read with caution fuck 🧍🏽‍♀️

Summary: You And Ony go to his neighborhood to visit his grandma and him to hang around his fam just for a bitch to be all up on him and grind on him and he don't do nun bout it but thats okay you will

“Alright Ma we almost there,i need you need you to please be on your best behavior” He squeezes your thigh to emphasize his please

If youre being honest you hardly heard him bc you were too busy staring at how FINE and DIVINE your man looked i mean cmonnn now he had on his jewelry,chains and studs, look so good on his ass. And he was in a white tee with a black jacket and black sweatpants and made that shit look good asl. Ou the things you could do to him ouuuu the things the things mannnn you can just su-

“BAE”

You snap out of you lil trance you was in “huh, oh yeah yeah you know i got class i could neverrrr”

“Mhm” he rubs your thigh and pulls into the neighborhood

“You're the one i need to be telling that” you say as you pull down the mirror to check out your hair and makeup before yall get there. Ony looks over at you with a confused expression. “What?”

“Dont what me bitch yk i look good” You look over and start caressing yourself and moving your hair out the way so he can see your outfit

“Chill out with that bitch shit yk how i feel bout dat shit” He lowers his voice on the last part

“Mhm i know baby can get sensitivveee” you say in a baby voice making a concerned face while patting his shoulder

You arrive at his folks house and they is boominggg. I mean,lil kids running around in the front yard, old heads on the porch watching the kids and cars that pass by, a bouncy house for the kids, and you can just smell the good ass food from the driveway. Ony watch you get out the car and you both start walking to the house.

-Imma skip some bc while i was editing I noticed half of this was useless talking making my word count go up so I deleted it..🤭-

You're sat down by Ony’s Aunts and female cousins talking about any and everyone. You can see where he gets his chill demeanor from all of his fam is cool asfk. Ony is sitting next to you with his hand firmly on your thigh,chopping it up with his uncles cousins and friends. Somehow their convo gets to dice and they get up and go to shoot some. As ony is leaving he kisses you on the cheek and tells you he’ll be back and after that y'all could go then he kisses you on the lips and leaves.

“Oooo you got him hooked in lovee honey i never saw him this tranced” One of his aunts say as she pats your arm

You giggle and turn towards them “I dont get what you guys mean, does he seem that in love with me?”You smile

They all collectively say ‘Hell Yeah’

Everyone was vibin and you and his family just choppin it up talking about everything and anything. Ony and his people back there loud playing dice, dominos, and spades just cursing,slamming stuff , and loud. But it aint mind yall it was just a cozy time bonding with his family that's until as one if his aunts is talking she looks behind you and just trails off then the rest of his people turn around and looks and all collectively start to gape in that direction , so you decide to turn around and see what's happening. You turn back when you don't see anything but people, you give them a confused look and one of his Cousins explains “You see that girl with red highlights that just walked in and making her way to ony? Well that was one of ony coulda been girls they talked and prolly even hooked up we dont know but they was close as fuck people thought they were dating but ony hard denied it thats how close.” You turn around and look and by the time you do she alr made her way to the table they was at, you turn back “Not to be rude but they used to be close so why yall so shocked she here” you said smiling.

The worst that could happen is that they still talk just recently stopped talking or he crazy about her or sumn but nahhhh ony aint stupid he know you batshit crazy like yo mama

Another cousin of his continues “He aint tell you girl? That bitch is bat shit crazy but Ony being the nice boy he is never told the hoe about herself, like he should of but hey imma hold my ones with that.”

You give a confused look

“GIRL HE REALLY AINT TELL YOU?! Well miss thang be all up on facebook and instagram posting him claiming they still together using pictures from like 3 years ago even said they got a baby together the baby is one…. girl….like give it up”

One of his other cousins chime in “And ony being a lil bitch dont tell her shit telling us to ignore it and she gon shut up but nu uh that hoe is still going and ion think she gon sto- uh oh?” She stopped when she looked behind you and everyone eyes followed including yours just to see the girl all up ony in the seat right next to him. Like she had her leg over one of his and touching his arm they whole package and wtf was ony doing? Smilin and telling her chill … this nigga want you to be on first 48…

Like him having an old fling? Ok as long as they not still doing shit, especially behind yo back. The old fling came to his family function after he cut her off? She crossed a line not a thick one but its whatever don’t cross the thick line and you good. Being all up on my nigga and feeling on him like he yours and y’all engaged. Bitch you need to move immediately. THAT GOOD FOR NUN ASS NIGGA JUST SITTING THERE SMILING??? Ok bitch you think im stupid and ima a soft ass hoe playing on my fucking top.

You turn back, dig in your purse for your perfume spray sum on you and tell his family to excuse you and that you'd be back. As you get up you grab your drink in case that bitch try sum. You sip on it as you make your way to the table ony. As you're making your way to him you don't take your eyes off him and eventually he looks at you and the look in your eyes makes him have a confused expression. You dont know if this nigga confused on what you finna do or if he confused why you looking at him like that. And you dont know why his good for nun ass is confused, unless he acting dumb…. Ouuu you finna fuck this nigga UP

You make it over to his seat and kick that roach’s leg off your husband and ever so politely sit on his lap. You hear the girls in the back CACKLING , you don't mind that the Ony wanted you to behave oh so bad before yall pulled up giving you that bitch ass speech in the car just to come act like this. So you do what your man said and behave. And you look over to that fishy ass tramp next to him.

“ Hi, I’m Ony’s Girlfriend, Soon to be fiance . I SEE y'all are pretty close so i decided to come over to introduce myself”You smile big and hold out your hand to shake hers making sure to show off the big ass promise ring he got you that can practically be an engagement ring.

Bet he aint get yo cricket booty ass nun like that before huh bitch?

The bitch is looking at you like you took her granny cane, slapped her mama, and hexed her whole family line down to the newborns. “Uhhh…” You say as you look at your hand waiting for her to acknowledge it. After 2 more seconds you put it back in your lap not bothered by her, fixing yourself on Ony lap. The aura is still tight but his family try to loosen the vibe and start back their dice game. “Nu uh bitch you gon have to get the fuck up.” The whole backyard went dead. You look at the ho then start looking around because she couldn't possibly be talking to you. Nahhhh she was talking to someone else. She needed to be talking to someone else because this bitch was playing with water and electricity. Because you finna light her ass up, nah she wasn't talking to you impossible nahhhhh. Then she grips your arm and snatch you up, “ i dont know why yo ass looking around im talking to you get off my fucking husband”

This bitch don lost her fucking mind… NAH FUCK DAT SHE WASNT BORN WITH ONE OBVIOUSLY.“Listen here trick if yo sour pussy ass don't let go off me i know sum”

Ony soft bitch ass in the back talm bout sum “Chillout, sit yall ass down” He makin you mad the more his ass does sum. But you ain't even worried about that. You take one last sip of your drink and chuck it at that tramp. Beaucoup people jump up and others watch making noises. But nah fuck dat you finna handle this ho. You cock back and punch that bitch just throwing hits not even caring if you hit the ho or not, but you are TRUST. She start hitting back and yall end up on the ground, you ain't gon lie this bitch hitting hard so you make sure to hit harder. You just thowin the bitches hitting her in the titty and her face. Until you get pulled off and yall get broken up and Ony holding you, as one more rebellion you kick the bitch and spit on her. “ ALRIGHT CHILLOUT. STOP” Ony say as he start to carry yo ass out. You think you did too much til you hear his aunts and cousins hyping you up and tellin the rest of the fam to let that bitch stay on the ground. You don't get to hear it for long as ony throw you in the back seat and lock the car as he go back to get y'all shit.

You just sit there bc aint no point in running back and finishing that hoe you already don showed her ass a whole new world. It's over now so you just sit back and fix yourself. After a good 5 mins you finally hear Ony come back and hear him apologizing for your behavior over and over again. He gets in the car and looks at you through the rear view mirror. He sighs and starts the car and pulls off to take yall home.

It’s been a good 15 minutes of silence before you decide to speak up. “Yo punk ass had her all over you so don’t blame me.” You say looking in the mirror for his reaction. He looked up and started pulling the car over.

OKKKKK IMMA END IT HEREEEE BC IM TOO SCARED WHEN I WRITE SMUT ITS GON BE BAD BUT IMMA LET YALL IMAGINATION RUN WILD and if i get free time this week maybe a part twoo???

[mochiwrites]

Any thoughts to share about the secret husbands reunion? It's giving me such brain worms, they're so soft!

ofc!!! :D

so after they reunite on mumbo’s redstone world and catch up, grian stays there for a few days with scar Constantly visiting. and honestly I think it’s an opportunity for mumbo and scar to become better friends as well! the three of them spend a lot of time in each others company after all. but mumbo does try to give scar and grian some space (I think mumbo is one of the first to notice they’ve got feelings for each other)

he also gets a front row seat to scar becoming his normal self again. the man can’t stop smiling, and he’s like a bouncy ball with how much he’s just moving around and cheerful (mumbo catches grian looking at him with a terribly fond smile Very often)

grian probably stays with mumbo for hmmm two weeks? maybe a bit longer? after crashing into his world? it gives them a lot of time to get to know each other (they get along extremely well — just like scar thought they would) and while grian doesn’t tell him Every little detail about the watchers, mumbo does end up learning about what happened and is one of the only people who knows the most

when scar isn’t with them, he’s back on the season five world hatching a plan to sneak grian onto hermitcraft

said plan is foiled Very quickly when it’s found by cub and xisuma himself. they laugh about it because “scar you could’ve just asked us to invite grian” and scar is rambling because he knows it has to be a unanimous vote and what if not everyone agrees and he’s just gotten grian back x :( he can’t be separated from him again :(

to which cub just sets a hand on his shoulder and tells him it’ll be fine (scar brings it up at the next meeting and everyone is enthusiastic about grian joining them. scar cries. a lot.)

and when he and mumbo pop into mumbo’s world again where grian is, they drop the news on him (no scar did Not tell grian about any of this beforehand) and maybe grian gets a little teary eyed too

scar stays in the world that night, curled protectively around grian and they whisper to each other about hermitcraft, the sort of server it is and the people in it. and he’s quick to reassure grian of his place in it when grian is doubtful

after grian’s injuries heal up enough mumbo lets him have his own lil plot in the world to practice his building again. it’s been so long that he’s… nervous about doing it again. what if he’s no good anymore?

when scar comes to visit he’ll sit and watch grian build, introducing the new blocks and colors and oh he’s greatly missed the way grian’s eyes sparkle with interest or when he’s got a new idea for a build — sometimes they build together, and sometimes mumbo joins them, learning some things

(he’s kind of in awe, watching the two of them work together. it’s very inspirational)

sometimes they do a build competition, with little prompts and everything. they take turns on who judges the build/gives the prompt and who actually builds

and when it’s time for season five’s ending, grian is alone in mumbo’s world for a bit while scar and mumbo wrap up whatever they need to. it’s… hard to be alone, but he comforts himself by looking at the reminders of scar (and mumbo) and he gets through

scar gets a bear hug when they return though. and then mumbo too, just so he doesn’t feel left out <3

then finally… scar brings grian home. and they’re both very emotional about it. grian sees jellie and she’s glued to his side despite his fear she wouldn’t remember him. she is extremely adamant about sleeping On grian at night, and scar teases him about stealing his cat. “our cat,” grian replies with a big grin. though scar says something about jellie missing him just as much

(I think on those days when scar would stay at their hypixel apartment in hopes grian would come home, jellie went with him. and at night she’d curl up on grian’s pillow a lot. her favorite toy would be on his side of the bed, always. scar would hold bring grian’s pillow in close with her on it and cry)

while waiting for season six to start they spruce up the apartment a bit !!! they try to get back into the swing of their routine while accounting for the new things (grian’s wings, his fears, his nightmares, the powers they gave him)

it isn’t easy, but they get through it. and when the season properly begins, they spawn in, and grian goes off on his own to adventure and meet everyone. he’s… a little awkward and shy (very unlike him, he knows) but ironically ends up right by scar and mumbo and he’s so relieved (I think scar and grian talked about basing near each other before the season began)

and yeah :D

[specialagentlokitty]

Negan x reader - celebrations

Hello! I see u asked for some requests. Perhaps celebrating a birthday with Negan when everyone else forgot because they all were busy? Thanks in advance! - @happygirl-0408 💜

You didn’t have long to work, you had been doing this all day, but between sneaking around from the other savours, to trying to gather everything you needed it was hard.

But you were nearly done, maybe it wasn’t the best, you didn’t exactly have all the perfect ingredients but you had the basics.

You quickly rushed from your room to the other one, setting down the plate as carefully as possible.

Pulling out a box of matches, you set them down next to it, along with a very old and slightly broken box.

Again, it wasn’t the best, but it worked.

You quickly ran out room as you heard on your walkie that Negan and a few others had come back, and you made your way back into your own room.

You began to wash everything, drying and putting all the dishes away back where they had come from.

Sitting in your chair, you kicked your feet up on the table, turning your TV on.

You weren’t sure if it was going to be linked back to you, but you were doing your do everything you could to make sure it seemed like you hadn’t left the room all day.

You weren’t sure how he was going to react, if you were sure that he was going to be happy, you would’ve done it in person, but you didn’t want to be there if it pissed him off.

You grabbed your iPod and put your headphones in, picking up a book so you didn’t have to listen to the chatter on the walkie.

You hummed along to the music, happily enjoying the peace that you had.

You were lost in your own world, you didn’t hear the knocking at your door, the calling of your name on the walkie, or the fact that your door was even opened.

“Do you think it’s funny to be ignoring everybody?” Negan snapped.

He stopped, finding you in the chair, reading peacefully.

You had music playing that loudly that he could hear it from the door.

Stepping further in, he closed it, leaning against it as he just watched you with a little smirk on his lips.

You were known as the more ruthless of his saviours, you had no quarrels in killing, or taking what you needed.

You ran a small but strong crew, and though you were ruthless you were always merciful to those that deserved it.

You were humming softly along to the song, not noticing he was there.

Negan looked around, picking up a bouncy ball you had on your desk, he tossed it on the floor, watching as it bounced back up, hitting your arm.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” You hissed.

You slammed the book closed, taking your earphones out as you snapped your gaze to him.

Quickly you got up, getting down on your knee.

“Shit Negan I’m so sorry, I.. I didn’t know it was you.”

“Stand up.”

You quickly did as the man said, and he walked around your room, inspecting a few things that he came across.

“What did you do all day?”

“I uh… huh?” You asked confused.

“Well, we’ve been out all day. You’ve been inside, what did you do the whole time we were gone?”

You furrowed your brows a little in confusion.

“Not much, I slept, rested like the doctor told me.”

He hummed a little bit.

“But you didn’t go see the good doctor now did you (Y/N), not today.”

“I didn’t see the point in wasting time, he said just rest and it’ll heal fine.”

Negan walked over and you let him, not moving as he took your wrist, rolling up your shirt to see the dirtied and bloodied bandage.

You were cut by Michonne while protecting Negan, and it went pretty deep, you were lucky you still had an arm.

“You lying little fucker, you haven’t been to him in a long while.” Negan said lowly.

You tried to pull your arm back but he wouldn’t let you, he unwrapped the bandage, letting it fall to the floor.

“You tell me the truth this time, how did you rip your stitches, and who fixed them?”

You sighed heavily.

“I ripped them trying to shoot my gun, target practice. Went absolutely shit by the way, I didn’t hit one can. I fixed them, well, attempted to, I’m also not the best medic out there.”

“Doctor, now.” He growled.

“Negan it’s fine.”

The look he gave you made you quickly rush over to the door, heading down to medical so you could get your stitches fixed.

Negan stood next to you, watching carefully, tapping Lucille against the floor and it made you nervous.

You didn’t like it when he just watched, because you couldn’t figure out what he was thinking.

“Right, this time don’t try shooting until I give you the all clear, and you must see me daily or that will get infected.”

You sighed.

“Fine.”

You pushed yourself from the bed, making your way to the door, hands stuffed inside your pockets.

Negan followed after you, whistling slightly.

“Happy now?” You grumbled.

He carried on whistling, walking in front of you to make you stop.

“Follow me.”

He tapped Lucille on his shoulder, and that made your nerves pick even more, but you kept a poker face, not showing it.

You noticed where he was taking you, and you said nothing.

Negan swung the door to his room and gestured in so you walked in.

He walked in and closed the door, standing in front of him.

“Any idea how those got there?”

“No sir.”

Negan sighed heavily.

“Are we really going to go through this whole lying thing again (Y/N)? You know I don’t like it when you lie to me.”

Negan pulled a sheet of paper out his pocket, showing your name, your number and what you had taken.

“Crap…”

“So it was you!” Negan smirked.

You sighed, running a hand over your hair and you nodded.

“Yeah, okay, it was me. I didn’t know if you would be pissed or not so I just left it there for you.”

“Why?”

“Cause I remember you saying your birthday was around this time, everybody knows, everybody else seemed to have forgotten. Nobody deserves to have their own birthday forgotten Negan, especially not now.”

Negan nodded his head, setting Lucille down and he walked over to the table.

He pulled a chair out for you, letting you sit down first before he sat down as well.

“If we’re gonna do this we’re doin’ it right, that means you gotta sing.”

“Oh no, hell nah. I ain’t singing.”

“It’s my birthday, you have to sing.”

You narrowed your eyes at him a little which made him grin a little wider.

“You weasel.” You said.

“Ah, ah, remember who you’re speaking to honey, I’m still your leader.”

You stick your middle finger up at him and took the matches so you could light the candle next to the cake.

“I couldn’t find any good ones, and I didn’t want to ruin your cake with this one.”

“Just sing, let me hear that beautiful voice of yours.”

Negan leant back in his chair, smirking from ear to ear as you began to sing happy birthday to him, and when you were finished he blew out the candle.

Then he laughed.

“Shit, if I knew you were really gonna sing I would’ve gotten a camera.”

“You mean I didn’t have to?”

“Nah, I just wanted to see if you would.”

You stuck your middle finger up at him again.

“I’ll get you back for this, now open the present.”

He chuckled, grabbing the box he took the lid off it, he reached inside and pulled out a small wooden figure.

He carefully examined it, then pulled out the other item which was some barbed wire.

“I noticed Lucille was looking a little chipped, thought you could use some spare in case.”

He hummed, setting it down, and he picked up the wooden figure again.

“This me?”

“Yup. Took a long freaking time too.”

Negan smirked, leaning forward a little.

“Aw, so you think about me (Y/N)?” He teased.

You swore at him again, leaning back in your chair.

You didn’t say anything else to him, he got up, walking over somewhere and he came back.

He put a fork into cake, trying a little.

“Damn, this is good.”

“Thanks, I used to be a baker.”

Negan put the fork back into the cake, holding his hand under it and he walked over, holding it out to you.

You looked at him confused, but you knew he wasn’t going to back away so you opened your mouth, letting him feed you some of the cake.

You hummed a little, shrugging your shoulders.

“Not the best I’ve made but it’s decent.”

Negan set the fork down, holding his hand out, and you took your so he could pull you up.

He placed a hand on the side of your neck, running his thumb along your jaw.

He leant down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and he smiled softly at you.

“Thank you, really. I mean it.”

“You’re welcome… asshole…”

“Oh you’re really pushing it now, you know that?”

You grinned a little up at Negan.

“You wouldn’t do shit, you’d miss me too much. I’m the only entertainment in this crap fest.”

“Yeah, damn right you are hot shot.”

You sat back down and he smirked at you, sitting down as he carefully watched you.

Negan picked up the sculpture you had made for him, looking at every small intricate detail you had carved in the wood.

He could tell you took time and dedication to make it, adding everything from the detail in his jacket to the barbed wire on the bat.

Carefully setting it on the table, he glanced back at you as you watched something on his tv.

He hadn’t celebrated his birthday in so long, sometimes he’d forget that it was a thing, it was easy to do in these times.

But you didn’t.

Out of everybody, it was you that remembered him mentioning it in a drunk night meeting.

You had been preparing this, planning this for months, and it solidified his reasoning for trusting you.

You were his right hand for a reason, he would put his very life in his hands knowing you would keep it safe.

He turned to the tv.

“When’s your birthday?”

You looked at him before turning back to the Tv, resting your hand on the table.

“(Y/B/D). I don’t celebrate though.”

Negan nodded his head, copying what you did with your hand, and he pat yours a couple of times.

“Well, sucks for you I guess, we’re celebrating this year.”

[nateezfics]

how would you describe the members each now that u seen them on stage?

the concert back on the 31st was my third ateez concert; so i definitely think i can confidently speak on what seeing them live is like😌 and before i speak on them individually, let me just throw out the fact that all eight of them are positively, absolutely, mind-blowingly beautiful in real life. like it’s actually insane how pretty they are!

hongjoong: he is simultaneously a cutie patootie and a demon on stage. in some moments he runs around the stage all bouncy and cute, the other moments he’s absolutely intimidating with how powerful his presence is. he’s very good at finding the cameras, so when looking at the big screen it looks like he’s staring right into your soul lol. also…..matz hongjoong. enough said.

seonghwa: he’s mesmerizing. seeing him in real life doesn’t feel like you’re actually seeing him because he’s so perfect; i don’t even know how to explain it. seonghwa just always looks so perfect no matter what he’s doing on stage. and for this latest tour, he really embodied a character so much and it was astonishing to see him evolve that character! will never get over seeing halazia seonghwa live !!

yunho: handsome golden retriever puppy that also totally bias wrecks tf outta me! he’s so adorable and handsome and silly but damn, watching him perform django really messed me up so bad. he’s so fun to watch perform because his dancing ability is out of this world! a main dancer indeed! also i think we should include him in the demon line, because the way he acts some times on stage is uh…….

yeosang: flawless! ethereal! a fairy! but also he’s so sensual when he wants to be. he actually bias wrecked me quite a lot during the concerts i went to, and i’m telling you this man is so pretty i literally cannot even explain it. super fucking good performer.

san: san is just a whole different breed when it comes to live performance and aura. this man gets so enveloped in the performance, he was truly meant to be on stage. he’s such a sweetie tho, i always love his ments so much! oh, and uh…..constantly thinking about his zoomed in crotch grab during it’s you…….

mingi: energy level x 1000000!!!! he’s insane. so pumped up the whole time. and he knows he fine as hell, you can definitely tell when he’s feeling himself on stage lol. the crowd always eats him up, and he loves it. probably one of the most excitable members during the shows, like he was just always on 100 the whole time!

wooyoung: cheeky little mf. the faces this man makes while on stage…bruh. all the little flirty looks and winks and smirks…he knows what he’s doing. blown away by his dancing skills and live vocals. he just kills it every time, and he brings such an amazing energy to the concert!

jongho: i know he’s known for his vocals but we need to give this man his flowers for his performance! he’s so good, such a good dancer. he kills the choreo while also singing like a good. and a core memory from this last concert is after he sang his song everything, the crowd was wild, chanting his name over and over. like the crowd was absolutely in awe over him and his incredibly vocals. we were all blown away!

[isekai-crow]

Dungeon Meshi Ep 2

The beautiful bouncy animation is soooooo good. So much sakuga and love has been put into this anime is so apparent from the very first scene.

ALSO MAN. THE FOOD and also FAT APPRECIATION IN THIS SHOW.

Not only are there characters of all sizes and body weights, with no body shaming to be found whatsoever, the fact that the wiki has everyone's BMI recorded, and there is a strong light shining on needing to eat full meals to function, and that your cravings mean your body is lacking something and you should listen are all great and important things, and I love that this show is highlighting all that.

And then there's fucking Laios.

Bless this man.

This is a lovely episode about book smarts vs street smarts, and both having their place, and that we are always learning new things.

And also lots of screaming.

Episode Spoilers Below the Cut

First off, good on y'all for fighting against the Basilisk, that was very cool teamwork with Senshi and Laios. Makes for some cool screen shots.

But Also.. This man is DYING of poison. And Senshi has the remedy, looks this man in the eye and is like, yah, nah, I'm using this for dinner.

Thankfully dinner is the cure. BUT FOR FUCKS SAKE.

Y'all PLUCK and ROAST a whole ass chicken that's the size and probably the weight of a roast pig... That's at least 10 hours of cooking, I'm sorry, that man dead lmao

lawl SUPER DEAD.

Next is Marci's experiment.

She's a little bookworm who trusts what she's learned in her classes and has to do things by the book! I love that she's not all talk though. She takes her time to set up and plan it, and executes it perfectly! She's just fine!

Juuuuuuuuust fine.

This whole after scene is delightful. I LOVE THIS SHOW. They're such a lovely little found family. Marcille being forced to be honest with her partners because she's been brain fried is good for a Tsundere, and them being reassuring to her is such a.. TTwTT lovely relationship.

THE CHICKEN IS THE TAIL. WHAT IS THIS SHOW I LOVE IT.

The other shining stars of this episode are Chilchuck and Senshi.

Poor Chilchuk, he's just a stressed out little halfling guy trying to keep his friends from dying, and not having to eat Roast Dwarf.

Senshi is full "I Will Cause Problems On Purpose" and "This Is Fine" all in one.

Capybara was like THAT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE!!! When Senshi just.. straight up had his finger in the boiling hot oil. Dwarves -> Forges -> Hot things are fine (・ω・)

perfect temperature reading. my brain often tells me to do this and I'm so glad I don't.

I love the ingenuity of using the traps to cook! Sasuga Senshi for the idea and Sasuga Chilchuck for making it a reality!!

I also appreciate that I will NEVER BE COOKING ROAST GIANT BAT, but that I'm getting a "Kewpie 5 Minute Cooking Style" recipe walk through.

Throwing in a screenshot here cause Capybara noticed how sweet it was that the Chilchuck's burnt kakiage was also lovingly drawn into the presented plate.

THE ENDING LINE QwQ

Bread can't replace meat. Nor can meat replace bread. But when they're together, they're more delicious. Both Food and People remain the same. Dungeon Meshi.

A lovely quote to wrap up the episode. The final bit could be taken a bit ominously (people are also dungeon food) but for now I'll take it with a grain of salt. (badumtsss)

[unluckiestmember]

Think you can write some Kobeni H/Cs of her being partnered up with a energetic but friendly fiend? Maybe begin to have feelings for them later on?

Kobeni X Energetic Fiend! Reader

Characters: Kobeni, Aki and Himeno.

Tags: Fluff, relationship development, established relationship, acquittances to lovers, high energy and Kobeni being Kobeni.

Warning: None. SFW.

A/N: I always loved the idea of Kobeni dating a fiend or a devil. It's kind of cute and the potential for character development? Sign me up!

When Kobeni first met you, she was scared out of her mind.

Her teamed up with a fiend? Based on the times she had to be partnered up with fiends like Power, this was bound to end terribly.

On your first missions with her, she would keep her distance.

If you looked at her in any way, she would shrivel up in fear.

If you speak to her, she’ll squeak or hop away out of instinct.

It doesn’t help that whenever you got excited, she would go on the defensive or back away like you’re going to kill her.

Her reactions were so odd to you because you just wanted a friend.

But she saw you as a threat… Why?

You would never hurt her, and you would tell her that, but she still kept her distance.

With time, your energy started to deplete and your missions with Kobeni would be quieter and quieter.

… But one day, she actually approached you. Because you looked sad.

The both of you started to talk to one another more, on and off missions.

Eventually, you both became friends.

Then best friends.

And soon, you two were lovers.

After you two became a couple, Kobeni was more open to you and sweeter in your presence.

Whenever you got excited, she would jump initially, but always deliver a smile your way.

She loves when you get all excited for things, whether they be small or big.

She especially loves how you can be so happy to see and be around her.

That being said, there is a time and a place on the job.

If you are a little too excited, Kobeni will try her best to calm you down.

When you do lower your energy, she’ll reward you with a bashful hug or a hold of your arm.

But when you don’t, that’s fine. Her fearful state should be enough to snap you out of your craze.

You two were a couple that took the Safety Division by surprise, especially Himeno.

Both she and Aki were so sure Kobeni would be single for a while.

So to see her dating someone and they’re a fiend? It makes them do a double take.

Whenever you’re down, Kobeni will suggest ice cream or comfort you.

She still needs work on tending to your needs and comforting, but she tries her best.

And if she gets sad, you always comfort her with your bouncy personality.

No matter what, you find a way to make her smile, even on rough missions.

The Special Division always asks you to work with them if Kobeni is on group missions.

In a way, you’re her anchor and she is yours.

Chainsaw Man requests are currently open! :D

Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, be safe and have a good day! <3

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Apartment Apparitions (Part 6) Final part.

Eddie Munson x Reader (Just Like Heaven AU)

Word Count:2, 805

Final part here we go! Strap in gang, this is a longer one with a whole roller coaster of emotions! I can't believe I wrote this whole thing so genuinely thank you to everyone who read it, enjoyed and stuck with me on it! It means that absolute world to me!! 😭😭💖💖

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Eddie was woken up by the streams of the morning’s golden sunlight pouring in through his window. The sun warms his skin as he comes around. Memories of being in this bed, being close to you, how the spark of electricity struck him when he held his hand against yours. 

“Y/N?” Eddie called out in a panic.

“I’m right here, Eddie.” you reassure him from where you’re sitting in a chair in the corner of your bedroom.

You watch as his shoulders physically slump down in relief.

“Good, I was worried I was going to wake up and you weren’t going to be here anymore” Eddie began as he reached for his leather jacket. “I finally know what I’m supposed to do.”

“Eddie, what are you talking about?” you asked, watching as he rushed around the apartment to grab his shoes and keys. 

“Y/N, when I first met you, I insisted on the fact that you were dead, that there was no way that what was happening was even possible, but I was wrong. I was the one who was dead. I wasn’t living, I was just existing, and then I met you, and you brought me back. You saved me.”  he beamed. “...And now it’s my turn to save you.”

“How on earth are you going to do that?” you worry, your brows drawing together in confusion. 

“I’m going to steal your body.” Eddie replied confidently.

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Eddie made his way outside towards his van.

“Eddie, wait! Wait up! That’s not a plan! You can’t just walk in there, take my body and walk out again. You can’t do this!” you protested as you followed behind him closely.

“And why not?” he replied, stubbornly set in his way about his plan.

“Because they’ll take you away and throw you behind bars.” 

“You think I’m scared of what will happen to me? I’ve got to do something! At least it might buy us a little more time.”

You huffed out a breath. There really was no way of changing his mind about this. You were powerless to stop him.

“Okay fine but you’re not going to be able to do this alone.” you explained. “You’re going to need a friend who you can trust, but who also has, like zero morals.”

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Eddie sped down the streets in his beat-up rickety van, tyres screeching across the roads as he pushed his foot against the accelerator.

“Woah! Hey, hey hey! What’s the rush, dude?” Steve asked, his hair bouncing as Eddie turned sharply around a corner. 

“You didn’t tell him?” you snapped. “Eddie, you have to tell him-” 

“Shh!” Eddie hushed you over his shoulder as continued to race down the streets.

“You know Eddie, your friend looks really familiar..” The mess of bouncy brown hair, strong pointed nose and speckling of moles on his face felt so familiar to you, and yet you could not place him at all.

“You saw him at the bar.” Eddie muttered to you.

“Hey you okay man?” Steve worried, watching as Eddie seemingly was talking to an empty space in his van. “Are you still seeing your little ghostly friend?”

“What? no! Nevermind! Eddie screeched, tearing down another street.

“Eddie, you’ve got to tell this poor guy.” you pleaded with him.

“Not yet!” Eddie hushed you. 

“What was that?” Steve asked, the concern for the physical and mental well-being of his friend growing with every quick turn of a sharp corner and screeching tyre.

“I said we’re almost there yet!” Eddie covers quickly as he finally comes into view of the hospital parking lot.

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Eddie knew what he needed, unbeknownst to you, he had spent the majority of last night frantically researching about everything he would need in order to pull something like this off. 

He watched from behind a pillar, watching as a nurse came out of a supply closet with a stack of medical dressing and machinery balanced on a trolley. Eddie knew that this was where he needed to be.

He quickly looked around to check the coast was clear before quietly slipping in through the door, with Steve and you following in behind him.

“Eddie, what the hell is going on?” Steve squawked.

“Alright! Fine.” Eddie huffs. “I knew you wouldn’t come if I told you.”

“Oh no. Do I really want to hear this?” Steve worried. Eddie’s increasingly erratic and unstable behaviour was really putting Steve on edge.

“This ghost I’ve been telling you about? It is the spirit of a girl who’s in a coma and she’s about to have her life support switched off. So you need to be with me on this one, Harrington, and help me move her body to someplace safe.” Eddie demanded.

“Really?” Steve eyed Eddie as if he was crazy.

“You should have told him sooner.” You chimed. 

“He wouldn’t have come otherwise! He would never have believed me!” Eddie insisted.

“Well, does he believe you now?” you fought back, your voice heavy with a  sarcastic tone.

Steve watched as Eddie got lost in his conversation with you, although in Steve’s eyes it looked as though Eddie was in an intense argument with an empty space.

“Eddie, come on, man, let me take you to the psych ward, they can help you out, maybe get your head checked or something” Steve urged as he tried to usher Eddie towards the door.

“No! If we don’t hurry she’s going to be dead in half an hour!” Eddie cried desperately.

“Y/N is here, and she’s standing right behind you, she told me she knows how much of a stretch this is for you.” Eddie says, echoing your words for Steve’s benefit.

“Oh she’s right behind me is she?” Steve mocks, raising his eyebrows at Eddie. “If she’s really behind me, then ask her what I’m doing with my hand.” Steve challenges, moving his hand behind his back.

“He’s playing rock, paper, scissors! It’s a rock!” you shout to Eddie.

“You’re playing rock, paper, scissors!” 

“And which is it?” Steve taunted.

“Rock.” Eddie replied confidently.

Steve changed what he was doing with his hands.

“Now it’s scissors!” you tell Eddie

“Now you’re doing scissors.”

Steve changed tactics and crudely held his middle finger up.

“He’s flipping me off!” you scoffed.

“Hey man, don’t flip her the bird!” Eddie chastised, annoyed by his friend’s childish behaviour.

“Alright, that was weird.” Steve murmured. “Even if she is right behind me-” 

“-She is.” Eddie interjected, cutting Steve off.

“-Do you know what you’re risking for this girl? 

“Yes!” Eddie shouted. 

“Then what is it?” Steve fought back.

“Because I love her!” Eddie exclaimed. “I do. I love you.” he said, turning to you with nothing but a gleaming sparkle in his deep brown eyes.

“Nobody’s ever said that to me before,” you smiled, tears welling your eyes at Eddie’s sudden declaration of love for you.

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Eddie and Steve donned some borrowed white doctor’s coats and began pushing an empty hospital bed down the halls of the hospital.

“Eddie, tell him thank you” you pleaded.

“She’s said she’s really grateful for this.” Eddie said, passing on your message to his friend.

“I’m only doing this because if I ever need any help moving a body, I’m coming straight to you, and I don’t want you giving me any shit for it, you got that Munson?” Steve grumbles.

Eddie and Steve push their way through to your hospital room, and get ready to move you.

“Oh my god, Eddie!” Steve gasped.

“I know she’s real pretty, right?” Eddie nodded.

“No, Eddie, that’s not it! This is her. This is the woman I set you up with. You were supposed to go on a date with her that night, but you stood her up!” Steve babbled, still in shock that it was actually you that was here lying on the hospital bed.

“Wait…I was supposed to meet Y/N?” Eddie spluttered.

“Yeah, but then she didn’t make it either because she’d been involved in an accident!”

“Is that it? Is that why I’ve been able to see you all this time?” Eddie’s brain was working at a hundred miles an hour, the reason behind all of this finally becoming clear to him. “How do you know Y/N?” Eddie asks.

“I went out with her friend Nancy in high school!” Steve explains.

“Of course! I knew that I’d seen you before! You’re Steve Harrington! Everyone used to call him King Steve!”

“Wait! you knew about the whole “King Steve” thing?” Eddie laughs. His world was seemingly more connected than ever he realised.

“Hang on, nobody’s called me “King Steve'' since high school” Steve remarked, shuddering at his old high-school nickname rearing its ugly head. 

“Yeah, Nancy and I went to different schools, so I’d only met him a handful of times, but that head of hair is unmistakable.” you cried.

“So he’s the one who made out with Nancy at the wedding?” Eddie laughed pointing at Steve.

“How the hell do you know that! Nobody knows that!” Steve cringed, his face blooming with a deep red blush.

“Y/N told me! She saw you making out with Nancy!” Eddie explained.

“Oh my god she really is here isn’t she? What are we doing wasting time chit-chatting, let’s get this girl out of here!” 

Eddie and Steve make their way out of your hospital room with your body on the gurney, but they are stopped outside only to be met with the confused stare of Doctor Ashton. The Doctor who wanted Nancy to sign the papers to authorise the removal of your life support. 

“Excuse me, Doctor…” Doctor Ashton presumes, due to Eddie’s white coat over his clothes.

“I’m so sorry, dude, but I don’t have time for this.” Eddie utters before reeling his fist back to clock Doctor Ashton in the nose, causing the man to fall back to the floor. “I’m not convincing as a Doctor, alright!” Eddie snapped before he and Steve made a run for it, carting your body down the hospital halls.

A security guard who had seen Eddie punch Doctor Ashton was quick to chase the pair down.

“Come on! We’re almost there!” Eddie cried as he and Steve sprinted down the halls to get your body out of that hospital and to some place safe. 

In the rush Steve gets tackled to the ground by the security guard, and accidentally pulls out your breathing tube in the process.

“Eddie!” you faltered. “My breathing tube is gone!” 

“What?! No! What do I do?!” Eddie panicked as he watched your heart rate monitor slowly decline, its steady beeping fading all too quickly.

“There’s nothing you can do, it’s too late. I’m sorry, Eddie.” you whispered. 

Your spirit slowly faded right before Eddie’s eyes. He was so close! He’d come too far to let you go now, he loved you. 

“Y?N! Stay with me! Please!” Eddie begged in desperation. 

Then Eddie did the only thing that he could think of. It was a long-shot but he was out of ideas. If this didn’t work, then he wasn’t sure what else he could do.

He leant down to where your body lay in the bed and tenderly cupped your face in his hands. He pressed his lips against yours in a deep and love-filled kiss.

The security guards were all too quick to pull Eddie off your body. The reception hall of the hospital filled with people, including Nancy who watched on in horror as the man who she had previously chased out of her house with a knife, was kissing the lifeless body of her best friend.

The silence that falls in the reception as Eddie is restrained by heavy-bodied security guards is suddenly disrupted by the faint sounds of your heart rate monitor slowly beeping back to life.

“What’s happening?” Nancy asked, her voice small and full of emotion and confusion at the events unfolding in front of her

“That’s impossible…” Doctor Ashton splutters out in bewilderment.

Nancy is quick to rush to your bedside to be there for you and comfort you as your eyes flutter open.

“Y/N, It’s me, Nancy…” she says, reaching out to hold your hand.

“Nancy..” you rasp out, your voice hoarse with lack of use.

Nancy looks up from your side, her glassy, tear-glazed eyes looking over to Eddie.

“It’s okay…Let him see her.” she nods kindly.

Eddie makes his way up to your bedside, a nervous feeling fizzing inside him.

“Hey, It’s me. It’s Eddie” he says softly.

“I-I’m sorry I don’t..I don’t know you..” you shake your head, confused about the rush of information coming to you at such a fast pace.

Eddie’s heart shatters into a million tiny pieces. You didn’t remember him, or anything from the time you had spent together. Nothing at all. He tried his very best to swallow the sadness that’s eating him alive inside, resigning himself to the fact that he was now no more than a stranger to you.

Eddie allows himself one more glance back at you before turning away with a heavy heart and making his way out of the hospital.

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Eddie found himself in the bar, drowning his sorrows in another soon to be empty bottle of beer. He’d moved out of your apartment, leaving it exactly the way that he’d found it especially for you. He smiled at the memory of how  you would always mock him for how untidy he would leave the apartment.

He was about to shrug on his jacket to leave, when something, or rather someone caught his eye. It was you. He couldn’t believe his luck. He was not about to miss the opportunity to see you for one more time, even if you didn’t remember him.

“Hey, could you send a drink to that girl sitting over there, please.” he says, placing the order and handing the money over to the bartender.

“Sure, whatever, man.” The guy behind the bar takes his money and makes your drink and places it in front of you. “This is for you, the guy down there ordered it for you.” he says pointing to where Eddie’s sat.

Normally you’d turn your nose up at this sort of thing, that the odd times that guys had bought drinks for you as a way of flirting was something that turned you off. 

But after what happened to you, losing four months of life to being in a coma changed your outlook on life. You were trying to be more adventurous, and trying to take any and all opportunities that presented themselves to you.

Looking down to the man at the end of the bar you couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was. Long dark curls falling around him, with a rounded button nose and the most intensely gorgeous deep brown eyes that sparkled under the light of the bar.

Picking up your drink you make your way over to the handsome, dark-haired man at the end of the bar.

"You know, you didn't have to buy me a drink if you wanted to talk to me," you smile. 

"Oh, don't I?" Eddie flirts.

"Not that I don't appreciate the gesture all the same." You tell the handsome man.

Eddie takes in every detail of your face, still as beautiful as the day your spirit appeared in his apartment. 

"Hi, I'm Eddie," he says charmingly, extending his hand out towards you.

You go to shake Eddie's hand when a sudden jolt of electricity sparks between the two of you when your hands meet. All at once the memories of your time spent with Eddie flash through your brain. 

“It’s you…I remember everything..Eddie.. You saved me…You told me you loved me.”

“I-I did, I-I mean I do. I do love you.” Eddie bubbled.

You stepped closer to him and looked deep into his big brown eyes before rising up on your tiptoes to press your lips against his in a tentative peck.

“Good, because I never got to tell you that I love you too, Eddie.” you smiled.

Eddie wasted no time in pulling you in close, holding one hand on your waist, and the other gently cupping your face, and pressing his lips against yours in a passionate and tender kiss.  He swept his tongue across your bottom lip before slipping in between your lips and kissing you with all the warmth and affection he’d only dreamed about.

“I’ve got you now,” he beams broadly. “I’m never going to let you go.”

Eddie had thought that there was no life for him after Chrissy but then you came to him when he needed you most. You showed him how to live again. He had you now, and was going to love you for as long as he could.

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[cupidthewriter]

ok im finally reading 4kota

yall know i like to write my thoughts out when i react to stuff so im gonna do that like a couple chapters at a time. starting today. woohoo.

My Thoughts Reading 4kota (official) Pt 1 (Chpt 1 and 2)

SPOILERS! (duh)

masterlist where you can find the other parts

Chapter 1

always jealous of how they draw hands with so much detail looks great

oh gosh hes adorable. He looks 10. i bet hes not 10 though. Nakaba. he is so small and that kn!fe is so big.

percival rlly said :D

he did not just draw percival takin a piss ToT

i was right, he is not 10. dammit, nakaba.

if percival wants to drink, the bartender would think he's using a fake ID fr

oo, clouds.

"dont you wanna leave?" "no not really" he just like me fr

are the ppl from prisoners of sky the aerialians??

the grandpa is nice i like him

is the cave with holes a junji ito reference

WHY. IS HE SO. CUTE?!?

"you mean my DEAD father" percival whyd you say it like that

this would be so much more meaningful if it was a flashback when he was like 10 and then we see his actual 16 year old self who hopefully looks his age

wow percy that was a complete 180, go roadrunner go

the armor is SO good. Reminds me of Helbram's armor though. also, "we parted company 16 years ago" siiiiiiigh i wonder how theyre related

percival needs to learn not to talk to strangers. i wonder WHY you got a bad feeling, perc.

HOUSES ARE EXPENSIVE WTF

you tell him gramps, cut out toxic ppl

no the baby! also the art is hitting ok its great i wanna draw sage in this style SO bad

"and hes ur father" WHO COULD HAVE SEEN THAT COMING

he looks so much like meliodas

Chapter 2

"I'll be there soon!" *falls*

that poor bird-- i wish we knew more about the wildlife of each part of brittania

hes so bouncy??

Lance Has Arrived, I Presume.HEHEHEHEHEH TINY PAWS

man he rlly didnt want this random kid to follow him

THERES A TINY MONKEY i love pygmy marmosets

i like donny

percival is me when i see theatre shows. honestly everything about the way he acts would be just fine if he was, like 10. It would even be an interesting plot point for him to be unable to contain the power i know he has because hes so young

wow thats a massive tone shift. hope theres a musical cue there in the anime.

that full body drawing of percival is really well done, he looks like a great protag who would be very interesting, but i still think the story would be better if he was a kid. more of an underdog story!

interesting how even though he hates Ironside he still calls him my dad?

"you've never seen a wolf" im loving the extra inclusion of in-world animals here. whys it look like Big Oslo tho

he just five starred that wolf

alright alright alright

[multiwreckedmess]

The Other Way Around

Pairing: Changbin x “her” (unnamed femme pronouned character) Genre: Idolverse, angst, 3rd person WC: 6k~ Summary: Scars get created from scabs you don’t let heal. She’s the wound that he won’t stop picking. TW/CW: SMUT (pretty tame tbh, unprotected penetration if that bothers you), depression, infidelity, guilt. Saying goodbye (but make it so painful).

As per usual this is not meant to represent Changbin or ANY idol mentioned. I do not KNOW them like that. It is a work of fiction. There is 18+ content in this fiction which should not be used as a guide for ANYONE. If you are under 18 please do not interact with me or my works, I guarantee you I’m actually just the crypt keeper please make friends your own age.

 "Have you written any songs about me?" Her eyes searched Changbin's face bursting with pride.  "No, not yet." Changbin cleared his throat, "but I'll tell you if I do!"

 Her laughter was like a melody he couldn't capture in notes no matter how many times he put pen to paper to write it out. It hurt to hear, plucking at the strings of his soul that he couldn't quite bear to cut out.

 He should've forgotten about her the second she flashed that damn engagement ring all over social media, finger tips blushed red from the cold.

 "Say hello to the a future member of the Mrs. club!"

 That night he threw up before he went on stage. Not one to get nervous before a show suddenly he was all shakes and jitters. Shooting him and anxious glance Chan put his arm around his longtime friends shoulder.  "You good to go bro? We can adapt if-"  Changbin blamed it on too much greasy food. It wasn't a burden for his leader to bear.

 That night was his best performance ever. Soles of his shoes hitting the floor with the full intent to break through it. Spit flying as plosives accented his flow like pop rocks in chocolate candy bars. Hitting each isolation like a man possessed only to collapse into the faux leather sofa in the greenroom at the end of the night nearly dead to the world.

 When they came back from tour Changbin wasn't seen outside of his room for weeks. The only sign of life was the occasional grunt of effort from his exercising. An aptly self made prison.

 "Changbin!" Han yelped as though he'd seen a ghost, paradoxically grabbing his arm to stop him. "You don't look good dude." A haunted shell of his formerly bouncy, jovial self he smiled at Han, at half hearted attempt to soothe the anxious face in front of him. "I'm okay."  "Nah I haven't seen you in weeks bro. You aren't okay."  "I'm fine."  Han's stomach sank. He knew that tone all too well. The firm resolution of a man who absolutely could not ask for help but desperately needed something. Han just wasn't sure what and Changbin definitely wasn't going to tell him even if Changbin even knew what he needed.

 The award season was supposed to be a happy time. An exciting time. At least cheerfully busy time.  "Changbin, bro, you've got to snap the fuck out of it," Chan pulled him aside during a break. "I know you don't want to talk but at this point I need to know if we need to have someone professional step in."  "I'm going to miss her wedding," Changbin's broken whisper floated by the pair in a dreamlike daze. "It's during promotions, I'm going to miss her wedding. I have to-I've studied the schedule over and over. There's just no way. There's no way to do it quietly or quickly."

 Chan slid the sheet folded sheet of 8.5 x 11 printer paper under Changbin's door without a word. It wasn't much for him, a gesture of sympathy from one man to another. A single ticket to the year end award show. An easily obtained favor for the industries most connected man.  "Invite her!" Written on a post-it note at the bottom of the page.  She couldn't go as his date obviously, but she could at least watch from a privileged position. It was the thought that counted. The only way Changbin could see her dressed up in front of him in real life. Such a small thing in the grand scheme of it all but feverishly important to him.

 Dusty pink chiffon draped elegantly across her shoulders into big puffy bell sleeves and over a peekaboo boned waist. Romantic, princess-y, soft, and not his. Excess fabric gripped tightly in her firsts, her skirt flounced with each light trot toward him.  "Is that h-" Jeongin poked at Felix's side. Felix quickly swatted at his thighs to shut him up. The word had traveled through the Australians into the second dorm but Changbin hadn't said a word. The two men watched as their friend's shoulders pushed back, extending his spine straight and as tall as possible. Broad and sturdy, clearly tense. There could be no doubt who it was. Not to them anyway.  The carefully coiffed wave of her hair framing her face made him want to grab her by the waist, steal a company car, and drive to the ocean with her to watch the waves crash on the shore. The thought of the chaos that would ensure made him smile. Greedily stealing her away from her fiancee during crucial prepping time to ogle over what he was missing out on. Making her dress up in a gown, put on heels, hire a makeup and hair stylist, all to see him when he'd have been just as happy if she'd come in sweats and one of his baggy tee-shirts.  Skidding to a halt a respectable meter in front of him her arms slam unnaturally stiffly at her sides. "Binnie I want to hug you so bad right now but I'm sure JYP has a trained sniper on me if I get too close." Pain knits her brow.  "It's been ages! I've missed you."  It would be easier for Changbin to claw his way inside of his chest with his bare hands and rip out his still beating heart to present to you than say what he wants to say. "Yeah, sorry, the idol life is-"  "No it's fine! You're doing what you dreamed of!"  "I just feel so bad-"  "Seo Changbin, by the grace of the JYP sniper, I will slap you if you apologize for missing anything going on in my tiny insignificant life for your grand one. Hell, I'd miss my own life for that!" She beams at him, "have you written any songs about me?" Her eyes search Changbin's face, bursting with pride.  "No, not yet," even he laughs at his lie, trying to shrug it off as nonchalantly as possible. Clearing he throat he follows, "but i'll let you know if I do!" She teases him with an exaggerated frown, "now I'm a little disappointed, none? No songs about your best friend? Even like, a verse?"  "Nah, not our style."

 Every time he wrote it was about her in some way, at its core. The sad moments, the happy, the melancholic, the lonely, all his confusing conflicting feelings woven into the layers of instruments and vocals and noises of the track to be mixed and muddled like they sat in his chest. Listening over and over until the slurry of feelings settled into numbness. A slow but steady process of cataloguing so his heart could feel free to forget.

 Chan knew as he watched the pair, hawk-eyed, that this could not nor would not be the last meeting they'd have. The stiffened positions, the way that Changbin's fingers twitched as he fought the urge to wrap her in his arms. Changbin couldn't say goodbye here in the way he'd want to, even if he told Chan that he was satisfied.  "After schedules are done you can take a company car if you'd like," Chan offered as casually as possible. "We'll be needing your driving skills in some filming next month so take a weekend trip to brush up."  Though the leader's tone was that of a friendly request, Changbin knew better by the firm pat on his shoulder. It wasn't an offer he could say no to easily. Chan was really saying "take the car, take the weekend, take the girl, and don't get caught."

 "We'll be out of sight here?" She marveled at the vacation house sat on the edge of the coast. Far more opulent than she'd imagined when Changbin had invited her for the weekend trip. The stars had aligned almost too perfectly for them. His family vacation rental hadn't been booked, her husband was out of town on a business trip, and he didn't have any schedules. Her husband had even suggested staying the weekend with a friend, something fun without him after the intense togetherness of their honeymoon.  "Out of sight enough. We can't go outside though. There just always a chance-"  "Yeah no, international superstar. I know."  "Sorry." He swallowed the guilt down into his chest. Another thing he couldn't offer her.  Despite the overcast sky chilling the sand he wanted desperately to walk the shoreline with her. Share the sea breeze like they used to. Bury his feet in the sand despite the fact that the sun had failed to warm it. Something to remind her of the times they'd sat with their tear stained faces buried in each others shoulders for one reason or another. The comfort of the cloak of darkness cushioning their intense feelings. A faint smile crossing his lips as he remembered how she used to call her husband a rat-bastard while yelling into the salty air.  Still they were hardly trapped in some shack. A sitting room, a living room, an opulent eat-in kitchen, along with three bedrooms made up the total of the vacation home. Enough room for the two of them to spread out easily. Almost too much room, Changbin thought as he watched her disappear into what used to be the bedroom his parents used. Still, he tossed his bag into the room he most frequently used as a child and headed to the kitchen to prep dinner.

 Reappearing in a form Changbin had most frequently seen her in, she watches him apprehensively. Her sweatpants and baggy t-shirt wafting her scent like a very comfy specter in the kitchen.  "We can order delivery right? That's not too risky?" Changbin rolls his eyes at her, playfully giving her a swat. "Hey, I can cook. At least I can cook Ramen."  Her eyebrows lift slightly, nodding in acceptance.  "It's mostly just assembly anyway," Changbin continue to muse as the water boils, pulling precooked toppings from his grocery bag and assembling them into their bowls. "I can crack an egg. I know how to do that you know."  He focuses back on the pot of water, stirring aimlessly. She leans over into the liquor cabinet and Changbin can't help himself, watching the muscles in her thighs tense as she lifts a bottle of bourbon from the middle shelf. It's clear that she's been working out. Keeping herself up. Ramen water hisses as it spills over onto the stovetop from his overly vigorous stirring.  "Need a stiff one?" She waggles her brows at him, gesturing with the bottle of brown liquor.  "Sure, whatever you're having, I'll match."  "You sure you don't want one of your bullshit low-calorie somethings?" Changbin shrugs, returning to the stove, "nah I worked out enough for this."  She squeezes his bicep, handing him a glass. "Ooh big man Binnie! Eat a lot to feed those muscles!"  He nearly drops the spoon into the boiling noodles as the jolt of overactive neurons spikes up and down his arm and fizzles his spinal cord. Mind working on overdrive to catalogue the feeling, dangerous and alluring like the edge of a knife.  They down their drinks together before the ramen finishes.

 Her lips leave a glossy print that fogs the edge of her glass. Opting against the formal dining room they sit side by side at the dining counter in the kitchen. It's easier, non-confrontational. Less pressure when you can't see the whites of the others eyes as you talk. Changbin prefers it this way, so she doesn't know how much he looks at her. Used to moving his gaze before it became too obvious how greedy his eyes were.  "I always kinda thought, before you debuted of course, that in some weird way we'd end up together." She slurs slightly, swirling the ice cube left sitting in her drinks dregs.  Changbin mirrors her, holding his glass up to eye level, feigning disinterest. "Yeah?" He prompts, hopefully nonchalantly.  "It made sense to me at least."  "You liked that scrawny kid?" He cracks, finally, turning fully to face her, incredulous.  "I liked you."  He rolls his eyes, "so you hate me now?"  She gets down from the counter stool, gathering their glasses to make more drinks, avoiding his eyes. "Binnie," she warns. "You know what I meant."  He chases. He knows what she means but he needs to hear it. He won't stop thinking about it until she says it. Fixated on the little words she won't say out loud, the invisible strings of words that tie them together. "You said you liked me, that's past tense-"  "Are you seeing anyone?" She asks as she spins around with their drinks, the soft sweet scent of her shampoo wafting the pungent bitter brown liquor toward him.  Changbin stares, incredulous, and a little tipsy. “What woman, no, what human would want to wait around for me? Working at all hours. Gone for months at a time. Totally unable to go out on a date. We can barely get away with this-” words fall off his tongue lubricated by alcohol and largely unimpeded by outside forces. He knows he’s spiraling. The small voice deep inside tells him he needs to stop, before he regrets something. So he takes a swig of his drink. And another. Each sip burns a little less than the last. Sitting in silence with his friend.

 She clears her throat with a cough and an apologetic smile. “You know, I blame you for the string of producers I dated in college.”  “STRING?” Changbin yelps, fist hitting the table and sending the ice in his drink clattering against the walls of the glass. “Better not be any of my friends.”  “Could be.” She looks into the distance with a shrug.  The veins in his arm bulge as he grips the glass, downing what was left. He can tell she’s trying to make it up to him in some way. It’s a very her way to go about it, dropping some small fact about the past that’s supposed to be funny but is secretly desperately sad. His brain feels like a sieve as he tries to grasp at memories of his friends regaling him with their escapades, snatching at halves of sentences between laughter and drunken haze. As though by some miracle he could turn back time to stop it all.  “I don’t know your friends, Changbin. I very deliberately don’t know them or even who they might be.”  Her soft honesty and sadness cools him like an ocean breeze. She’s not meaning to, nothing in her words is particularly comforting, and yet he suddenly feels sorry.  “So you liked me?”  “Yes Changbin, pighead, I liked you.” She huffs shortly. Almost regretting mentioning the whole thing.  “We have terrible timing,” he jokes.  “Yeah?”  “I liked you too.”  Somehow his words have missed the mark. His words never miss the mark, he’s proud of his record. But here, with her, they do. She tosses back the last of her drink with a scowl, body physically there but mind elsewhere. It’s not anger or resentment that rolls off her aura, something much more mundane and yet damning. He doesn’t realizes he’s staring until she’s staring back at him, eyes glassy.

 They've touched before, of this Changbin is sure. Even today, even an hour earlier. He’s held her as she sobbed. They’d fallen asleep watching hours of dramas together. What his mind remembers his body has forgotten, the brush of her fingers skimming the grooves of his shoulders fluttering his already unsteady heart.  It’s the alcohol. It’s the loneliness. It’s the desperation. He fights so valiantly to contain it. Still, her tossing back the last of her drink and furrowing her brows makes him want to comfort her. Need to comfort her. Not just comfort, console. So he kisses her cheek. A polite peck with his arm encircling her shoulder.  She fixes his bangs, drooping into his eyes. “Are you okay?” Her voice an echo in his mind.  “No.”  She sniffs and smiles sadly. “Me either.”

 Like two stars spiraling into each other they collide. Wordlessly his arms encircle her waist, drawing her close as she straddles his hips, their lips locking together in a doomed embrace. They travel as one, up the stairs to the bedroom Changbin had laid claim to, stumbling and bumping their way, unwilling to part for fear that the other may have second thoughts.  He can barely keep himself together, rolling them into the hallway wall. Cock twitching, he could take her here, pressed into the wall. He knew he was strong enough, he could hold her weight easily. It was not how he envisioned it would be, roughly tangled against the plaster, and yet it was tempting. But god, he’d never held her like this, hard and sure in his arms, hips to hip, his thigh slotting easily between hers. Changbin can barely concentrate, the heat of her sex confusing his lesser head.  She can taste the indecision on his tongue, multitasking was never his strong suit. “Bin?” She whimpers.  “Yeah?”  “Bed?”  With a tap to her thigh he hoists her legs over his hips, carrying her over the threshold to the small room he’d always stayed in. Laying her carefully in the center of the queen bed, hovering over her, hair splaying like rays of a glittering crown. He can barely stand to look at her, glowing so brightly he felt dim in her presence. Lowering his lips to hers his fingers tremble as he delicately ventures under her shirt. Soft stomach, expanding and contracting with her labored breaths, he could stay here all night, all day, all week if she’d let him. Her skin is incredibly smooth, Changbin cringes, suddenly acutely aware of his rough hands. He opens his mouth to apologize but she take his lower lip lightly between her teeth she gently tugs with a moan and roll of her hips, erasing his previous intent.  Her own frantic fingers tug at his clothes which he is all too happy to assist her with. Anything to feel more of her. Anything for her.  “Fuck-Bin- what the fuck?”  He watches her hands tentatively pass the valley of his sternum. She looks beautiful even when she’s lost in thought. “Yeah?”  “You’ve gotten- can I?” Her hand withdraws suddenly aware that she’s been oogling him.  “Yeah. I like it.” Like it is an understatement. Even her hands are soft as she massages his body with wonder. She needs him, Changbin thinks to himself. It feels good to be needed. Needed, not just by anyone, he needs her to need him. He wants her to touch him every moment of every day. His cock throbs at the thought, moan spilling unintended from his lips.  She gasps with a pointed roll of her hips. “You feel so much bigger than I thought.”  “You thought about this?” He feels insane hearing her confess her dirty secret to him. His lips press to hers, almost bruising with enthusiasm.  “I did too.” Heart fluttering as the words leave lungs he kisses down her neck to her collarbone, tugging her pants off. Her panties are already soaked, plain greenish blue cotton darkened at her core. For a second he hears static in his ears, envisioning himself throwing her legs over his shoulders and letting his tongue do the talking. He’s practically drooling as her knees knock together, obscuring his view as he pulls his own pants off and tosses them carelessly to the floor.  Her eyes go wide, “oh shit.”  Changbin’s stomach drops, something must be wrong. Following her gaze, he looks down at himself with her. He’d not considered himself particularly endowed but now, poised over her cunt, the thickness of his cock seems almost unfair. “Don’t worry, I’ll stretch you out nice and careful.” His hand hovers, not daring to touch her most private area, yet.  “I trust you,” she says simply, tugging at his forearm.  Cautiously he dips his middle finger between her folds. “You’re so wet.” He’s matter-of-fact and proud. “For me?”  “Yeah…” She blushes.  Her hole flutters as he circles the entrance, teasing her slowly until she’s beside herself. Hips stuttering as her walls clench on nothing, begging for his hand to falter. Changbin smirks, unable to contain his cockiness as he leans forward to kiss her breast. How many times had her pert nipples crossed his mind and now to have them in front of him, all for him? How could he not lavish them in kisses, especially when each peck garnered a soft pleased sigh from her? His attention shifts completely, letting her grind against his throbbing cock as he takes his time, tongue flicking over one nipple as his hand works the other. The pinpricks of pain from her nails digging slightly in to his lower back tingle and spread waves of lust. Her gasps in his ears, the steady pressure of her needy cunt as she uses him, it’s all he ever wanted.  “Gonna cum just from this?” He pauses, sitting back to admire her again; how her mouth hangs, lips plump and curled upwards in pleasure.  “Binnie,” she whines and wriggles her hips, searching for the lost pressure. “You’re so mean!” Her nose scrunches with her smile and exasperated half laugh.

 Her sheer cuteness tugs at his loud and brash side. With a smile he growls, pushing his digits into her with ease. Her expression opens into a relieved ‘o’ as he sinks as deeply as his fingers allow. His thumb traces a circle around her clit as she bites back a whine. “I need to hear you,” he mumbles quietly.  “Do that again.”  He obliges, circling again, and again, winding up in front of him, for him. Her moans are beautiful, a symphony composed for only to be heard in this moment. They put his works to shame and spurs him forward, competitive drive taking over. “If I can make her sound like this, if I can make her cum like this, if I can have her fall apart like this-” he dares not approach the conclusion of his thoughts. Arm locked, fingers crooked, and palm pressed firmly to her clit he drives his hand up and down into her g-spot over and over. Wet squelches fill the background over her punctuated squeals, hips rolling with him, thighs shaking. Both of them panting as she releases, warm against his palm, crying out his name.  Changbin barely breaths. “Fuck, you sound so pretty.”  “Binnie,” she murmurs, tired pleased smile creeping across her lips.  “Beautiful?”  “I’m sorry-”  She only half starts her sentence before Changbin jumps in, “sorry? for what?”  “The bed.”  “Fuck the bed, we have more. You’re perfect.”  To his surprise she sits up, pulling his hips towards her, trapping him between her thighs. For a second he thinks she might touch him, wrap her fingers around his angry leaking cock, so lewdly pointed at her. If she touches him he might explode before even getting a chance.  “I shouldn’t,” she says as she looks up at him with blown out eyes.  “We shouldn’t.” He agrees, heart pounding out of his chest. Did he fuck it up? Did he miss his chance? Brain buzzing with anxious thoughts he doesn’t even notice how hard he is panting.  “I want-I need- Binnie don’t make me say it.” She pleads.  “You want me to fuck you?” He can feel the words catching on his nerves as he says them.  She nods, lips pressed in a line determined line.  How could he say no to her? Finally stars aligning for them just for one moment, for one freak accident. He’d followed the path forward, not misbehaving, being a model individual. An idol. No one would know, no one could know. It was a perfect situation.

 Sealed with a kiss he lays her back down, arms caging her in as his cock presses to her entrance. Taking a deep breath he pushes forward, even with all the preparation he’s done she’s tight around him.  As he eases into her, she whimpers into his shoulder, walls clamping around him suddenly.  “Painful?” He’s sweating from the heat of her and yet she clings to him needily.  “No but-so much.”  “Breathe, you can do it, you can take it.” Changbin earnestly whispers, forehead buried in her hair. It’s easy for him to encourage her, natural. Hand snaking between them to brush against her swollen clit, secretly to confirm how tight she was around him. “You’re so good. Just a little more.”  Her eyebrows knit as he presses further in, fingers leaving crescents in his shoulder blades. Changbin doesn’t mind, the pain mixes with the overwhelming pleasure of her cunt, dulling his reaction. He grunts, pulling slightly back for the final push. “One last push, okay? You with me? You can do it.”  With a whimper and a nod, she reassures him, preparing with a full inhale. Her exhale sounds more like a strangled cry, body shaking and cunt spasming around him.  With a relieved groan their hips meet, hers rocking slowly to seat him fully inside of her. “I did it.” Her eyes aren’t focused, voice drifting dreamily through his brain, her hands grasping at his back.  “You did. You’re so good.” Changbin has to close his eyes, pouring focus into not cumming immediately. The walls of her cunt pulse around him, adjusting slowly to his girth. Her hips move first under him, rocking and wiggling, light breathy moans subconsciously escaping from her. His heart seizes, focus shifting. “Gonna make you cum on my cock.”   “Ooh shit Bin, that’s hot.” Her eyes roll and flutter as she carefully works herself on him.   Planting his arms into the mattress he lifts himself just barely off of her, slow controlled strokes roll fluidly from his hips. Hours, days, years of practicing and training put to use in its fullest capacity, though not for what it was intended.  He grits his teeth, watching her body respond in kind, eagerly joining him in bouncing and rolling. Every percussive hit of his hips causes a ripple, a moan, a gasp.   “Binnie,” she warbles, eyes squeezed shut. Her walls mimic her scrunched expression, bearing down on him. She’s so warm around him and wet and so much more than his imagination could’ve conjured.   “Gonna, cum-” he grunts. “Where? Where do you want-”   "Inside," she gasps between curses. "Just-do it inside me."

 Her gentle request and tight grasp turn him feral. Gathering her torso in his arms he lifts her ever so slightly from the bed. Touches being only skin deep isn't enough, he wants to feel her in his bones, let her moans reverberate and rearrange the cells in the marrow and turn him into a new man.  Slamming as deeply as he can into her he lets out a gross choked back needy whine, body clenching and holding her as his eyes roll back in his head. His hips push up and deeper, filled with animalistic need, unwilling to separate even for a second. The force of his climax empties his lungs of breath momentarily, blood rushing in his ears so loudly it almost drowns out her small pleading "I love you".   Carefully Changbin lets her down back to the mattress, keeping himself inside. He doesn't dare kiss her lips again, instead smothering her neck and shoulder in tiny pecks as they pant and sweat in the afterglow. They know they should move, but the air is cool and their shared heat keeps them bundled together.   Arms wrapped up and across his back, her voice is sudden and stern, "we can literally never do this again. I'm married."   "I'm an idol," Changbin brushes off the comment easily. Matters of the outside world still distant in his mind, only vaguely remembering why he shouldn't have done it in the first place.   "Never again," she scolds like an elementary school teacher would a child asking for more dessert.   "So let me hold you longer. Please."

 Changbin doesn't sleep. He can't. Half petrified that she'll sneak off in the middle of the night and half busy memorizing the shape of their bodies together. His bones refuse to forget this, the bend in her knees where the back of her legs and his meet, how her back presses gently against his chest as she breathes slowly and deeply. The light and shadows of their outlines in the bedsheets change as the sun rises, casting them in an array of pinks and purples. It would be beautiful if it wasn't so sad.  He doesn't even realize how hard he's holding her until her finger tips brush his arm.  "You okay honey?" She mumbles in mostly sleep.  "Bad dream," Changbin fakes the low rumble of a rested voice. He wants honey to be him, the only person she thinks of even in half consciousness, but he can't shake the ambiguity of it.  She knocks him to his back, slinging a leg over his thigh and arm around his waist, using his pec as a pillow. Settling snugly into his side she sighs happily.  "Go back to sleep, I'm right here." She subconsciously pets his stomach. "Just sleep."

 They're packed and ready, hardly a word shared between them, brunch to be had at a small cafe that Changbin knew the owner of. It was their one moment to have out, the two of them.  "Phone," she mutters, extending her hand to him. Changbin hands over his phone easily to her, no secret to dark for him to worry about exposing to her. With a stony expression she deletes her contact and adds the now almost foreign looking string of numbers to his egregiously long blocked list.  His appetite is lost, stomach falling to the floor. "I'll find you again. I can find you again. You think that this can stop it?"  Biting down on her lower lip her tone wavers as she hands the phone back. "It's for me. If I block you on my phone, it's too easy." She tries to climb into the car, but Changbin blocks her.  "Why?" He demands, hand on the passenger door handle.  "Because I'm married. Because I love him. Because I love you. Because I don't know what I'll do tomorrow when I figure out that I can't live without you. Because this is our best shot at returning to our normal lives."  "I don't want to-"  She smooths the arms of his sweater down over his elbows, fixing the cuffs gently over his watch, shifting him from his position with ease. "Shh, you do. You just don't know it yet."  "I don't have to be an idol. I could just be a producer-" he bargains as she opens the door, stepping a foot in.  "Do you hear yourself?" She smiles sadly, "it's even how you talk about it. You could never just be a producer Binnie - you were born for this, you trained for this, you love it. If you blow this all up for me I'll never forgive myself."  His body stiffens. "When this all dies down, when folks are cycling through the military, I'll come back. I'll steal you away. I promise." He's stubborn. Resolute. "I'll throw you over my shoulder and carry you away if I have to."  "What makes you think it will die down? What makes you so sure?"  "It has to. That's how things work in my industry, in real life too. Things slow down." Changbin mutters. Tone tense and desperate. Wishes hanging in the air by a microscopically thin thread.  "And I'll be an older woman by then, maybe with kids, maybe not. You sure you'd want to wait for that when you could have some young thing on your arm?" She sits regally in the passenger seat.  Changbin wants to say he's not like that but she knows. She knows he isn't. That's why it stings him, burns his brain. Her words sit in his mind, ruminating, marinating, slugging around in a slurry coating over his every thought, boiling down to a salty burnt paste.

 There's no one else in the restaurant except for his friend, the chef. They sit, just the two of them at a small counter in the back while he cooks, back to them. She happily chats away while Changbin sits despondent, staring into dark blackish-brown depths of his iced Americano. He can't look at her. He can't look at her for fear tears will start and he'll be unable to stop them. He can't look at her because there is no lie he could spin convincingly enough to cover for them in front of his friend.  "You okay Changbin? You're quiet!"  She laughs, "I think he's hungry! It's the only time I see him quiet."  Changbin marvels, she lies so easily for him. Has she always been this comfortable lying? "Yeah, that. You know. Just hungry." Staring at the condensation dropping steadily to the coaster he can see her. Millions of her reflect upside down in each droplet. Each individual reflection is too small, hiding her expression in the prismatic multitudes of the water. He wipes the glass with his hand. It isn’t for him to deal with.

 Changbin’s friend presents two plates to them. Loaded with traditional American breakfast faire. A special treat, from his time training at the French culinary school. His friend had obsessed over Gordon Ramsey saying the test of a great chef was how they prepared their eggs. In turn this obsession became a specialty.   Each bite of food tastes like nothing to Changbin. Eggs, fluffy and loaded with creme fraiche, are reduced to clumpy wet protein lumps. Steaming wholegrain sourdough feels like sandpaper on his tongue. Even the grapes, ripe and firm, feel slimy and rough in his mouth.  "Oh! I need to bring my husband here!" She exclaims, covering her stuffed mouth with her hand. "Your eggs are perfect!"  "If you hadn't said you were married I'd offer to make it in the mornings for you," his chef friend replies flirtily. "Real shame, could've had perfect eggs every morning for the rest of your life.“  "Well had I'd known you sooner!"  Changbin busies himself disguising how little of the food he's actually eaten. Cutting and mashing and tucking bits away, picking at what he can. Anything to distract him. He smiles in the direction of his friend, eyes unable to focus clearly on him. Maybe that smile is enough to trick him. Maybe her almost shrill enthusiasm is enough.   The plate in front of him feels like his own personal hell specifically crafted to torture him for his lapse in judgement. Take something he loves so dearly and let the weight of his decisions sink it down into his stomach like a heavy stone. Gluttony and greed, thinking he could have it all, thinking he could get away with it so easily.   ”Changbin?”   He snaps back to the real work, fork halfway to his mouth, corners tinged with the faintest of frowns. ”Yeah?”   “You’re just quiet, wanted to make sure it was up to par!”   She laughs again, “Oh you know him, bad at multitasking.” Her hand reaches out to pat him while her shoe nudges his shin beneath the table.   “Right,” he tries to laugh, “just got a little lost in the whole experience. It’s so wonderful and relaxing. I didn’t know I was this tired of boiled chicken breast for every meal!”   “Well you know, you can make slight adjustments to this recipe-” his friend goes on and on as she nods encouragingly along to every word. Her head bobs like the ball at the top of the animated sing alongs kids watch. He can’t do it. Not after last night. He shoves what he can muster into his mouth and excuses himself.

 “Another car will-”   “-be right after to pick me up. I know, Mr. Hotshot international superstar.” Changbin picks her small luggage out of the boot of the car, slamming the trunk closed forcefully. “I’m sorry.”   She stands the appropriate amount of space away. Carefully measured to looks as professional and cordial as possible. Distant enough to show respect but close enough to not look awkward. “Please don’t say that Binnie. You don’t need to be sorry. Not to me anyway.”   His lip quivers. He presses his lips together in a thin line to hide it, gluing his mouth shut.   “No one is to blame. It’s not us, it’s-” she sighs and gestures, “it’s everything. What we were. What we had. That’s all we can be in this lifetime. And even knowing this was how it would have to be, I’d do it all over again, Changbin.”  He sniffs and clears his throat. The burn of impending tears grasps him from his chest to his neck. If he could just relax and hide the held sobs, he could get through it.   “Bin? Binnie? Changbin?”   If only he’d been recording then to capture her. He nods his head. When would he ever hear her again? Would he ever hear her again? All the old voice notes she’d sent. Insane ramblings, tearful joyful shouts, slurred drunken babbling. Would he eventually forget how she sounded?   “Thank you. I love you.” She lays her hand on his, still resting on the trunk as the car pulls up behind them to take her to her home to await the return of her husband. The inconspicuous navy sedan’s boot opens expectantly.

 “Goodbye Changbin!” She waves cheerfully, unaffected as he stares at the road. The sound of the door slamming shut rattling his bones.   “I love you,” he whispers to the air. “I’ve always loved you. And will always.”

 Changbin sits in the drivers seat and stares out to the road he’s expected to follow back to his dorm. He knows the path, the gps is on despite this. He can’t think about the alternate routes right now. And still he does, sitting paralyzed in park. Eventually a neighbor knocks on his window, asking if he’s lost. He isn’t lost. He knows the road he needs to take. He just needs a minute to rest. Just for a second.

Sorry binnie for hurting yyouuuuuuu. Happy kcon you filthy animals.

[tobiasdrake]

So I need to meet the pirates at the--

Huh. When we swim, the reflection of our hair in the water makes it look like we're wearing pool floaties. Valere's fades in and out but Zale's is ever present.

Garl, meanwhile, is the most bouyant motherfucker ever to exist. He doesn't even swim. He kicks his legs a little bit to propel himself but he doesn't tread water like Valere and Zale do; He hangs onto his backpack and floats there.

Garl, what do you have in your backpack counterweighting all of that cookware? Tell me your secrets, you unsinkable bouncy man!

...what was I doing? Right, harassing townsfolk.

888 G!? CHOKE ON MY STAFF YOU--

I may have overreacted. And I apologize if anyone was upset by my entirely warranted outburst of violence.

Having been calmly and civilly persuaded to stand down/dragged from the room by Garl and Zale, we are now pursuing an alternative strategy.

The plan was to cook food and then sell it for profit. We are here in the mole mines because we have a merchant at the campfire ready to sell things hot off the pan.

However, we've run into a bit of a snag. That is, after crunching the numbers, we've found that there is no monetary value added to food by cooking it. We can get the same results by selling the raw ingredients. So we trekked up here for nothing.

And after overturning Garl's entire bag into the mole merchant's hands while he pleaded with me to stop, we're still short 50 G.

*deep breath* It's okay. That's on me. It's my fault for agreeing to pursue a peaceful solution, rather than the time-tested and proven standby.

Wanton violence.

It's done. A lot of skulls were cracked to make this purchase happen. Consider it a gesture of my infinite mercy that yours wasn't one of them.

Oh, and in case anyone asks why the Coral Cascades are red now, just tell them it's probably fine and I'm sure it will go back to normal in due time.

I should burn down the dock you're hiding under. >_<

I should burn down this whole city.

You know, where I come from, people weren't this fucking uppity, greedy, and rude. We were a small village with some weird practices but people took care of each other and were respectful of other people's--

Oh shit, people in Brisk leave valuable goods out on their rooftops. I'm stealing everything that isn't nailed down!

90 GOLD to cheat at a rigged spinny wheel game? I just spent nearly every cent I had on Yomara's Eye! What kind of sucker do you think I--

I. Don't. Want to hear it. Zale.

...hey, does anyone remember what we were supposed to be doing in this-- OH SHIT

I was doing my hair.

I still don't know why we're doing this instead of simply trading quest for quest, but okay. Not to brag but I'm pretty sure I can arm-wrestle anybody under the table. And by "I", I mean Garl.

Aww, what a delightfully sycophantic way of saying "I'm the guy with the muscles so this should probably be my job."

You don't need to blow smoke up my ass but I appreciate you all the same, and I agree wholeheartedly. Go get 'em, Garl.

What.

WHAT.

NUH NUH NUH Don't just shrink back down and mysteriously regenerate your torn shirt, I demand an explanation for what the fuck that just was. Quartermaster Broly needs to come clean right the fuck now or I'm going to start hitting every single person here.

Oh. That makes sense. I apologize. Quartermaster Venom, then.

You know, I was wondering how the shirt regenerated but I wrote it off as cartoon shenanigans. I shouldn't have made assumptions about the physics of our universe. That's my bad.

Well, I guess we're going to help you go look for the Vespertine, then. That's fine. I wanted to do that anyway.

Okay, that will be the other wizard. Back when he was cryptically spoiling the plot, Archivist mentioned there'd be two of them that we have to face on this island.

Are they required to accept it? Or do you have to have a pre-existing financial transaction going on, and then you slip it in there like a hidden clause in the Terms of Service that nobody reads?

Does it still count as his ship after his crew mutinied and hurled him overboard? I feel like it's not his ship anymore. You're planning to cheat and swindle him out of his rights to a product he has no true ownership of. That's like buying an NFT with counterfeit currency. Who's scamming who in that scenario?

Bag must be getting pretty tight. You sure you can carry all that, Garl?

Good choice. I wouldn't want to be crammed in with all those people either. We'll come by and pick you up once we're done, uh....

Okay, after that last wizard, I'm genuinely not sure if we need to hit this one with a stick or talk about their feelings. But I have my stick and I have my Garl so I'm all set for either.

I mean. I know technically we're just going there to rob but I'm sure we'll meet the wizard along the way. These things don't tend to go smoothly.

You're pirates; I expect a bit of sleight of hand from people like you. But I appreciate the new minigame all the same.

You should probably go tell Captain Cliche, as I've been informed it's pronounced, that she won't be hearing from us for a while.

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Engagement for Two

Yo today was ROUGH like I was going THROUGH it but it was super funny so I’m chill

Pairing: Timothèe Chalamet x reader

Word count: Oh my god I ACTUALLY have the word count this time ⭐️3,318⭐️

Notes: Literally I don’t know where the need to write came from but zoo wee mama I did it Ps. I was looking through gifs of him and oOoOooOh my good he’s cute p.ps I HAVE TO EDIT THE WHOLE THING I ACCENTED THE WRONG E

⭐️Day 20: Oral sex⭐️

It wasn’t often the entire family was together, but after your sister had announced her engagement to her boyfriend Harry your mother threw together the best party she possibly could for her.

Harry arrived early the day of the party bringing five or six friends in tow to help set the place up. It was going to be at your parents house which had more than enough room for everything.

Harry was holding the ladder for you when another man walked over, his curly brown hair bouncing with every step. He stopped next to the ladder and leaned against it.

“Hey Harry, Molly needs you to go help in the kitchen real quick.”

“Oh- uh okay I guess? Hey Y/N I gotta go help Mols, will you be okay up there?”

You looked down at him, stopping putting up some balloons.

“I mean I should be? I’ve been on the ladder before…” You wearily looked at the rest of the wall you had to set up

“I can watch out for her!” Mr bouncy hair smiled and took Harry’s spot “Go on, don’t worry about us.”

You didn’t miss the look Harry gave him as he walked away. The man turned around to you and smiled, reaching up to hand you some more balloons.

“I’m Timothèe, Timmy for short. Mr. Chalamet if you want to be fancy” he winked and you rolled your eyes playfully, taking the balloons from him.

“I’m Mollys younger sister Y/N. Thanks for coming to help out”

“Oh I know who you are.” He said as he watched you tying balloons to the posts. “Molly talks about you”

You paused for a moment before you reached for another bundle

“All good things, all good things” He reassures you with frozen and you snort, reaching down for more. He smiles at you, his eyes shining brightly as he looks at you. He seems big on eye contact. Your cheeks feel flush as you grab the next bundle and you know he made sure you felt his fingers brush over yours.

You spend the next couple of hours setting up the party, and “Timmy” doesn’t leave you alone for more than a couple minutes to get whatever you ask of him or do something your mom wants. He does however talk your ear off. About anything and everything he’s got a story for it, you’re laughing about the time he and Harry got locked out of their apartment naked after a dare gone wrong when your sister walks over.

“Y/N! This is looking great!” She claps her hands together excitedly as she comes to stand next to you and Timmy. He’s got his hands on your hips, steadying you on a wheeled chair as you finish putting up a banner your mom made.

“And this is actually really dangerous are you almost done?” His voice is playful and light but you can hear the slight hesitancy in his tone. He’s definitely holding onto you tighter than he should be.

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, I’m perfectly fine up here” you turn in the chair to face him and he almost has a heart attack

“Okay nope you’re done no. Let me finish it.” He physically picks you up off the chair and sets you down on the floor, your mouth drops as he puts you to the side and gets on the chair real quick, putting the banner up and hopping down.

“All done!”

You stood next to Timmy, drink in hand. After your little chair debacle it was time to start actually getting ready. People were gonna be showing up soon. You leave Timothèe with Molly, who pulls him away whispering excitedly and go upstairs to your mom’s room where she has your dress all steamed and ready for you. You could have done it on your own honestly but she practically begged to do it. Ironing and steaming helps her calm down she claimed and you shrugged handing it over that morning. That probably explained why all the napkins and tablecloths were pressed so cleanly.

You looked in the mirror, and smoothed it out a bit. The green tulle compliments your dark skin nicely, the boning inside giving you a snatched waist. You do a little spin watching as it flows around you. There’s a knock at the door and your sister walks in

“Who you dressed for??” She puts her hands on her hips as she looks you over

“You literally bought me this dress for this specific party!”

“I know but I didn’t think I picked one that good damn girl! I have talent.” She fluffs the straps on your shoulders a bit and then turns to the mirror herself, checking over her white dress with puffy sleeves.

“So Harry and I already talked about the wedding party… obviously you’re my maid of honor. But Timotheè is his best man, so I really think you should get to know him y’all are gonna be spending a lot of time together.”

“If it’ll make you happy sure. He seems pretty interesting anyway and nice enough I guess”

“How nice?” She raises an eyebrow at you and you shove her towards the door while rolling your eyes.

“I swear to god if you start that-“

“I’m just saying! You leave the room together coming downstairs for the party “he’s really freaking cute okay” she whispers in your ear as she goes ahead of you. Harry is standing at the bottom of the stairs, his eyes are wide as he looks at your sister. They’re full of love and adoration and it makes your heart melt a bit. He reaches out for her and she wraps her arms around his neck putting her forehead against his.

You smile softly at them as you’re stopped in your tracks. Timmy is leaning against the banister, staring up at you. Your cheeks feel flush as he offers his hand, helping you down. He whistles and makes you do a little twirl for him.

“I swear you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on Y/N I’m gonna have to stay glued to your side to fight off the guys with a stick.”

You laugh as he grips your hand a bit tighter “Oh you think I’m joking? Mols tell your sister I’m serious. I’ll protect her.”

Molly and Harry give each other a look before she turns in his arms, he holds her by her waist.

“He’s way serious Y/N” Molly smirks as the four of you enter the party. Timmy puts his arm around your waist pulling you into him as your father makes a toast. Your heart begins to beat a bit faster as you all raise your glasses, cheering for the soon to be wed.

You talk with guests for a while, it’s a lot of people to handle at once. You have to introduce Timmy to all of them and he has absolutely no problem laying on the charm. He does however keep you by his side, he moves with you as if you were a couple yourselves. After introducing him to what seemed like the millionth person he takes your hand, leading you over to the bar and ordering you a nice frozen fruity cocktail. You’re really surprised he got your order right. Molly really had been talking about you… or more like informing.

“You know this is a really nice house.” He says as he sips his drink, watching the party around him.

“Thanks, lived here all my life.” You joke as you lean against the bar

“I’d like to see more of it… if you don’t mind. Your mother seemed very adamant I ask you to show me around.”

You rolled your eyes as you looked over at her. It was your sisters engagement party of course she’d want to try and pair you off as well

“How could I say no when she was offering such a pretty girl as my guide?” Your cheeks felt flush as you set your drink down on the bar.

“Come on I guess”

He grinned excitedly as he followed after you. Your parents really did have a beautiful house. It was large, your parents had worked their asses off to make sure you all had a good life. And it was a good life, there were ups and downs and the usual generational traumas… but they’d done the best with what they’d had and it turned out pretty okay in the end. Not to mention having four kids wasn’t easy in the least.

“My parents bought this house when houses didn’t cost six spleens and a lung.” You say as you lead him through the many rooms. A game room, a sitting room your mother’s sacred sewing room.

“What’s upstairs?” He smirks, backing up the stairs to the second floor.

“Bedrooms?” You answer suspiciously.

“Your bedroom? I’d love to see it! Let me guess which one it is!” He races up the stairs and you run after him.

“Timmy you can’t just-“ you get to the top of the stairs and he’s already gone. You groan when you notice your bedroom door is open. Of course he managed to find it that fast.

He’s standing in the middle of your room, his mouth wide open. It’s a bright two toned pink room. With large windows and a little bay seat. Your bookcases are floor to ceiling on one wall and your gaming corner is set up on the other. Lots of little trinkets and posters adorn the walls and a large mirror hands beside your closet doors.

Timothèe sits on your bed. “C’mere” he pats the soft pink blankets next to him and you raise a brow, coming to sit next to him.

“You know you have great taste?” He smiles as he lays back on your blankets. You look down at him as he nods, gesturing you to do the same. You lay back, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Thanks, I’ve been working on it for a while…” you look at the sparkly canopy over your bed, little stars trapped in the drapes.

“I bet those glow in the dark.” He nods at the stars and you get a bit excited.

“Actually- wait you have to see this!”

You get up and walk around, shutting all of your blackout curtains making sure they’re secure.

“Can you get the light?” You ask as you finish up the last one and he gets up from your bed, stepping around a fluffy pink ottoman and shuts them off.

Your room automatically starts glowing. The ceiling lights up with painted on glow in the dark stars, his mouth drops open as he looks over at your bed and the stars wrapped up in the drapes do in fact glow.

“Oh this is cool” he laughs as he spins around taking in everything “Even your shades glow??” He points to the blackout curtains behind you also covered in glow in the dark fabric paint.

You walk over to the bed and get back on it, holding out your hand.

“But wait! There’s more!” You laugh as he takes it, you pull him down and he looks up, the Milky Way is across your ceiling. You can only see it laying down in your bed. His mouth drops as he reaches up to it

“How did you do that”

“I saved up for months and commissioned a local artist I knew could do it”

“Helping small businesses too? Could you be anymore perfect?” He laughs to himself “I think Harry might have picked the wrong sister” he mumbles quietly as he stares at the ceiling.

You both lay there for a bit, just looking at the stars. You feel his pinky run over your fingers for a minute before he grabs your hand. You look over to him and he smiles, kissing your nose.

“You know your sister talks about you a lot?”

“Yeah you mentioned that earlier.” It’s like he’s constantly seeing into your soul whenever he looks at you. Eyes may be the window to the soul but apparently he just walks right in like they’re a couple of open doors.

He sits up. “Yeah… I know a lot about you I guess. Which okay that sounds a little Murdery ” you both laugh “but I just… I can’t get you out of my head. This doesn’t feel like the first time we’ve met you know?”

“Yeah I think I know…” you say quietly, sitting up next to him, your legs curled up.

“I uh-“ he laughs awkwardly. “I’ve been into you since your sister first showed me a picture of you.”

“Oh really? I couldn’t possibly tell” you laugh and he blushes, looking away from you.

“You think maybe you could give it a chance to like me…?”

Timmy leans over and kisses your cheek sweetly. You blush lightly, turning your head and giving him a real kiss. His eyes widen a bit and he kisses you back, putting his hand on your cheek he deepens the kiss and closes his eyes. He gently rubs your cheek with the pad of his thumb, you nip at his bottom lip and he opens his mouth for you, your tongues weaving together. He moans hotly and pushes you down onto the bed, pulling you against him.

“Yeah I think I can give you a chance”

You wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls you closer into him, groaning as you begin to run your hands down his chest, toying with the buttons on his shirt.

“Y/N” he asks breathlessly as he pulls away for a second. “C-can we… can I do something?”

Your cheeks heat up and you nod, his hands slide their way up your thigh and under your dress. He looks at you as he starts to pull at your panties.

“Can I taste you? Y/N?… I’ve dreamt about it and I just need to try and satisfy this craving I have for you…” His eyes pierce through you once again, his tongue darting out to wet his lips… lips that are so pink and pouty… and it had been a long while since you’d gotten that kind of attention.

You lift your hips and wiggle out of your panties, letting them drop to the side of your bed. You nod up at him and he looks ready to devour you. He kisses you almost aggressively and pulls away leaving you winded in the best way possible. He goes to the end of the bed and lifts your dress up, bunching it around your waist. He looks to you watching your eyes nervously dart to the partially open window.

“Why are you so nervous?” He chuckles as he reaches up, gently intertwining his fingers with yours. He rubs the back of your hand with his thumb and smiles. He’s staring into your eyes, he’s seated between your legs with your pretty cunt right in his face and he’s staring into your eyes.

“How about the fact that my entire family is just outside that window?”

“Y/N we’re on the second floor. They’re down and a little to the left actually.”

You hit his head with your thigh and he throws his head back laughing

“Relax sweet girl, they won’t hear you okay? If you get too loud I’ll tell you.” He lays his head on your thigh, dragging his thumb over your wet juicy lips causing your hips to buck up. He holds your hips down and smiles lazily.

“So fucking eager”

He lays properly between your thighs now, putting them over his shoulders carefully. He licks his lips slowly and his eyes light up, a burning fire in them.

“Hold on tight spider monkey”

You throw your head back, ugly laughing as you grab a handful of his hair and pull him closer to your clit

“Just shut up and fucking eat me Timothèe”

He laughs through his nose as he kisses your lips, making out with your soaked cunt. Your jaw drops slowly as you lay your head back. He pulls you closer burying his tongue deep inside you, letting out a deep moan as your juices flow over his tongue. He slurps messily as his tongue rolls around your clit sucking on it softly

“Fuck you taste as good as you look. God I knew you would the moment I saw you.” He lifts you higher by your hips and pulls you closer, licking a long stripe up your folds. You pull at his hair, your legs shaking as you moan, high pitched and breathy. He gives your leg a bit of a whack and you jump.

“Shhhh baby” he whispers against your heated cunt as he kisses it his eyes rolling in the back of his head. He closes his eyes for a minute almost like he’s savoring you as he dips his head back in, his nose against your clit while his tongue works you over. You tug at his hair as he drags his fingers through your juices, he pulls them away and you watch his fingers drip. He smirks up at you as he slides them inside you, they slip in embarrassingly easy and he begins to pump his fingers slowly in and out in time with the licks and light flicks of his tongue to your clit. He uses the tip of his tongue to toy with you, pressing down on your clit causing you to buck your hips against his mouth. He chuckles as you begin to fuck his face, grinding yourself against it and using him to get off. He moans lowly as his fingers start to go faster, your eyes widen as you see his hips grinding into the bed underneath him. His slutty little waist pushing down into the blankets as he tries to get whatever friction he can.

“I wanna see how pretty you look when you cum” he pants as he makes out with your pussy, your juices starting to drip down his chin as that coil inside you winds tighter and tighter. “Please Y/N? God-fuck please let me see you cum for me.”

Who knew Timmy could be such a good beggar? And he wasn’t even trying

Your legs pull together and he holds them back a bit as you cum, your back arches and you grind against his face as he fingers you faster. You cry out his name, your eyes shut tightly, tears sliding down your cheeks from having to fight to be quiet. Your body falls limp, your eyes blinking open softly just in time to watch Timothèe come undone on your sheets, he cums in his pants as he grinds roughly against the bed his head still buried in between your legs. You feel him panting against your fluttering cunt as he calms down. He weakly lays his head on your thigh and looks up at you.

“I’ll clean that up, I promise.”

You giggle as he drags his tired body up the bed and plops next to you, wrapping his arms around you and snuggling into your neck.

“You think they’d notice if we took a nap?”

“I think our phones have gone off at least seven times each and people are wondering where we are.” You smile and look at him, your hands lying over his.

“It’s fine Harry can handle things. I told him if we happened to wander off he needed to cover for us.”

“Timothèe Chalamet did you plan this?”

“Are you joking? I literally told you I’ve been into you since the very first time your sister showed us a picture of you. I’ve been flirting nonstop and glued to your side for the last 12 to 15 hours. Of course I planned this!”

[babybluebanshee]

Movies I Watched in 2023, Worst to Best

I watched 60 movies this year. Imma tell you about them. Also spoilers throughout, obviously.

60. Cats (2019): Genuinely the worst thing I’ve ever seen, and I paid to see Meet the Spartans in theaters. Very glad I drank heavily before viewing this. Can’t tell if it was worse because I’m a fan of the musical or not. I saw this movie and everything is worse now.

59. The Taking of Deborah Logan: Actually a really sound premise that goes off the rails and not in a good way. The lady who plays Deborah deserves an Oscar. Nothing worse to me than wasted potential, and this took a legit unnerving premise and made it a standard demon plot and I’m so very tired of that. Sorry @vaultsy

58. Red String and Blood Tea: This all means something, I just know it, but damned if I know what it is. I can’t really say anything that bad about it because stop motion is an intense labor of love and this clearly took a lot of time and effort, but it just didn’t leave much more of an impression on me.

57. Freddy vs. Jason: I wanted to like this movie really bad, and there were times when I did. But the 2000s stink was positively radiating off it - the slowed down footage, the nu metal blaring everywhere, the shitty costuming, it’s everywhere. Save yourself some time and just watch one of those YouTube videos where someone scrubs the whole movie for just Freddy and Jason’s bits.

56. Ladybug and Cat Noir: The Movie: Look, my girlfriend loves Miraculous. I couldn’t care less about it, but she really wanted me to see this movie and I love her very much. At least it’s very beautiful to look at and it did what it took the tv series a billion years to do.

55. Scrooge: A Christmas Carol: I’m gonna level with you - I watched this because gilf Scrooge intrigued me. Now that we have that out of the way, I can say aside from that, there’s nothing in this movie to really set it apart. A few arbitrary changes and making Scrooge more of an intentional asshole doesn’t set it apart from the millions of other adaptations of this story.

54. From Dusk Till Dawn: The line that separates the Tarantino aspects of this movie from the Rodriguez aspects of it is about as subtle as a brick to the head, but it’s there, and honestly? I wish we would have focused more on the Rodriguez parts. Call me a plebeian, but I never have been fond of Tarantino’s style, nor am I particularly interested in his barely concealed foot fetish. Remake this as two separate movies and I’ll watch the one with the rad ass vampires.

53. Beauty and the Beast (1946): Is this a horror movie? I think this was supposed to be a horror movie. I can’t really fathom how this is supposed to be romantic when there’s creepy living statues, human arm candelabras, and the Beast stealing his romantic rival’s face when he transforms into a human man.

52. Gaslight: Can be genuinely gripping in places, but also kind of boring in a plodding way. The acting is pretty great though - Charles Boyer is an amazingly effective villain and I wanted to give poor Ingrid Bergman a hug.

51. The Bob's Burgers Movie: Kevin Kline and Zach Galifinakis need chiropractors from carrying this movie on their backs. Like, it’s fine if you’re a big fan of Bob’s Burgers (and I was on a BB jag at the time), the songs are fun, and the animation is gorgeously bouncy, but it suffers from the same thing that most movies based on tv shows do - it just feels like a longer episode of the show.

50. The Addams Family: A classic for a reason, though maybe with a bit less pathos than I was anticipating. Still fun, just not as fun as the movie that would come after it.

49. Suspiria: Pretty to look at and goddamn that soundtrack. Not a favorite, but it’s such a cerebral experience that you almost don’t mind all that much.

48. The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Kind of suffers from the same problems as Suspiria, with the leg-up of having an absolute banger of a third act. Also Franklin is the worst. Most of the problems in this movie could have been avoided if Franklin wasn’t around. The other ones could be solved by not trespassing on private property.

47. Paprika: Also a very cerebral film, and just as fun to look at. It’s slightly too charming to ever really be boring, but it’s still just kinda meh.

46. They Live: Fun alien designs and a neat idea. Has too many dead Keith Davids to get any higher on the list.

45. Wes Craven's New Nightmare: A fun spin on a dying franchise. I will never stop laughing at Freddy’s stupid trenchcoat and emo boots tho.

44. Nightmare on Elm Street: The Dream Warriors: More horror adventure than straight horror, but still fun and inventive. Probably has some of the most creative kills in the whole franchise (Freddy leading someone around by their exposed tendons, hello). My only complaint is that the absolute bitch doctor didn't get eviscerated.

43. But I'm a Cheerleader: The gays can have a silly high school rom com. As a treat. I also appreciate the movie adding in that the bible-thumping heteros tend to sexualize kids more than any queer person on this planet.

42. Psycho Goreman: I would like to congratulate PG on his coming out. Mimi was almost too annoying to be tolerable, but this is still a really fun movie with cool creatures and a lot of great humor.

41. Howard: Hi, catch me crying in the last fifteen minutes of this movie. Howard Ashman was an amazing talent and I’m forever depressed that we lost him far, far too early.

40. Little Shop of Horrors: Yeah, this is the first time I’ve ever seen the movie version of this. Gimme a break, I like the musical ending better. That being said, this movie is great camp fun and I love how much love and care was put into it. Also that Audrey II puppet will never fail to impress me.

39. Elvira, Mistress of the Dark: I would like to personally thank Cassandra Peterson for making this stupid, sexy, campy romp that made my life infinitely better.

38: Weird: The Al Yankovic Story: RIP Weird Al Yankovic, wish you could have seen the fabulous movie they made about you before you were gunned down by the cartels.

37. Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves: Another movie I saw at my girlfriend’s request, but I also would have wanted to see it for those motherfuckin creature effects. Jarnathan is my husband and I love him dearly.

36. The Super Mario Bros. Movie: Chris Pratt wasn’t in this movie, what are you talking about? It was just Jack Black and Charlie Day having a good time and being extra adorable. That’s all there was. There is no Crisp Rat in my wonderful Mario movie.

35. Black Swan: I’ve heard this described as “live action Perfect Blue” and…yeah. Also I could write entire essays about how Nina’s mother may or may not exist, but we’re not getting into that today.

34. The Wolf House: On a purely technical level, this is a fucking masterpiece. It’s all stop motion (which as previously mentioned is not for the faint of heart), with creative camera work that makes it look like one, long, continuous shot. Add to that the stunningly creepy atmosphere and the framing device of this being a recruiting tool for a cult, and it’s a beautiful nightmare.

33. How to Survive a Plague: Another one that made me weep like an infant. I prefer the book, but this is still a gorgeous tribute to everyone we lost and how far we’ve come.

32. The Girl With All the Gifts: A fun take on the zombie mythos. Also, I for one welcome our new Hungry overlords.

31. Basket Case: Was initially very dubious about the supposed pathos of this film, only to be pleasantly surprised by how true that is. Yes, this movie is schlocky and sleazy (could have lived a long, happy life without ever seeing the Basket Case puppet hump a corpse), but it’s still a great little B-movie.

30. Belle: I’m always a slut for a Beauty and the Beast story, and this one is just hella gorgeous. I would have preferred an extra scene of Justin getting his ass obliterated, but what we did get was wonderful.

29. Nerdy Prudes Must Die: Not my favorite Hatchetfield musical (Black Friday my beloved), but Starkid never put out anything bad. Always a pleasure to see what the Lords in Black are up to.

28. The Sea Beast: I need Grandpa Crow yesterday. Other than that, this was a fun little adventure film that gave me my dose of found family juice. And also it made me realize that there aren’t a lot of straightforward pirate movies anymore? Like, POTC really burned everyone out on those for a while, huh?

27. King Kong (2005): I’ve heard this movie called bloated and boring, but I actually think I love it? Like…maybe it’s just because I’m a monster fucker, but the companionship between Ann and Kong is so beautiful and sad and I nearly burst into tears while she was trying to comfort his as he died. Just let the goddamn gorilla ice skate, you monsters!

26. The Celluloid Closet: Had the opposite of How to Survive a Plague happen - I read the book and wasn’t nearly as moved as I was watching the people actually involved in making these films or other queer icons talking about them. Maybe it was the lack of academic language that made it so much more effective, but while the book is still great for film scholars, the movie is a must-watch for literally everyone.

25. Nimona: We need more feral female characters in general. Also I would never in all my life believe Ballister was a bad guy, simply because he has the most innocent, watery eyes I’ve ever seen that weren’t attached to a small, damp mammal.

24. Citizen Kane: Yes, it took me this long to actually watch this movie for the first time. I was dubious at first, because I’ve seen so many movies that claim to be the best thing you’ve ever seen in your life, and then fall gloriously short of your expectations. This, however, did not do that. I can see why this is a classic. And now you can all be aghast at all the movies that I liked better!

23. Sing 2: Help, I’m crying over Bono the lion dilf! Also this movie is fun and beautiful to look at and the music is amazing. I’m also a proponent of the Shitty Crime Uncle Jimmy Crystal Domestication idea.

22. The People Under the Stairs: More movies should be about the power of community action and solidarity in the face of exploitative gentrification and also blowing up your landlord’s booby-trapped torture dungeon and freeing their kidnapped cannibalistic troll children into the wild.

21. Sense and Sensibility: I’ve never cared that much about Sense and Sensibility as a book - it was strictly middle tier. This movie has changed that. I actually like Edward now, because Hugh Grant just plays him like the autistic king he was always meant to be.

20. Shiny Happy People: No, I do not care that this was a miniseries, it's too good not to include. Watching this show will make you want to deck every evangelical asshat that crosses your path and also terrified of the amount of influence they have in the USA.

19. Black Christmas: Where Chainsaw was kinda boring with a great climax, Black Christmas hits the ground running and doesn't really stop. It's scary, tense, and cinematically gorgeous.

18. Mannequinn: Yes, I liked this movie better than Citizen Kane. No one should listen to my opinion about anything. But it doesn't matter because it's dumb, campy fun and I want Hollywood Montrose to be my auntie.

17. Wishmaster: Absolute ham-to-ham combat between Andrew Divoff, Robert Englund, Tony Todd, Tom Savini. Some amazing practical effects. I wanna kiss the djinn right on the mouth. Only complaint is that I wish the sex pest friend who kept pestering Sam for a date would have stayed dead.

16. From Beyond: This movie had three of my favorite things in the world - moistened puppets, my mommy Barbara Crampton dressing up in a sexy outfit (thank you, Ms. Crampton *blows kiss*), and Jeffrey Combs being a sad, wet kitten man.

15. Renfield: I like that we're making movies about scary vampires again. It's nice. Also Nic Cage is quickly going the way of Daniel Craig and Robert Pattinson - they need to be cast as weird little guys for enrichment purposes.

14. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem: Animation? Charming and daring. Characters? I'm adopted all of them, and loving that all the turtles are actually voiced by children. Superfly? Got me feeling a way. Shredder being teased at the end? Where'd my panties go? Also this movie got me to sixty, so everyone say thank you to Shae for nice, round numbers.

13. Paris Is Burning: It's a classic of LGBT film, if you haven't watched it just to get a taste of the glorious world of drag ball culture, you need to. Stop what you're doing and watch Paris Is Burning. Now. This is a not a request. I will report you.

12. It's a Wonderful Life: I've never seen this show all the way through, so I fixed that this year, and goddamn I always forget how much I like Jimmy Stewart until I see him in another good movie. This movie also got him investigated by the House Un-American Activities Committee for communist sentiments, so all my little anarchists should watch it.

11. Return of the Living Dead: I'd like everyone to meet my husband, Tar Man. He's gonna eat your brains, you'll love it.

10. Re-Animator: I'll never get tired of watching Herbert West being a sassy little cunt to everyone around him, including his co-dependent boyfriend whom he should kiss directly on the mouth. My only complaint is the...um...scene with Dr. Hill's head and Meg. That's all I'm gonna say about it. Because it makes me extremely uncomfy and I can't even enjoy Barbara Crampton's tits because of it.

9. Bride of Re-Animator: Herbert and Dan should have just taken their beautiful daughter to live out the rest of their happy lives at the seaside. Also the effects are fucking amazing. That'll happen when your special effects guys is credited as "Screamin' Mad George".

8. Transformers: Rise of the Beasts: Catch me shrieking like a possessed baboon throughout this entire movie. Everything about it made me happy, from Bumblebee being a bamf to Ron Perlman as Optimus Primal to literally everything about Peter Cullen's Optimus. I will never be over him having enough of Scourge's shit and ripping out his spine.

7. Puss in Boots: The Last Wish: Can't talk. Too blown away by the fact Dreamworks put out one of the most visually stunning and vibrant animated films they have in decades. They are back babey.

6. Glass Onion: I cannot wait to see what else we get from Benoit Blanc. He's the blorbo from my shows and I adore him. Also you know he called up Marta after he got home and was like "hey, there's this friend of mine I want you to meet, I think you guys will get along swimmingly" while fully intending to play matchmaker.

5. Everything Everywhere All At Once: "Nothing matters so being kind and compassionate is even more important" is genuinely such a beautiful thing for a film to say, and I'm glad I finally got a chance to see it in a movie where people fight with dildos and Jamie Lee Curtis' outfit was based on a stock photo.

4. Nope: Jordan Peele owns my soul at this point.

3. To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything! Julie Newmar: I expected Priscilla but American, and was given a really heartfelt, sweet movie and I legit forgot several times that Patrick Swayze, Wesley Snipes, and John Leguizamo were cis men.

2. Barbie: I recommend Barbie to literally everyone who asks me about it. It's my religion now. Everything about it is delightful and

1. Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse: This movie is utter perfection. I would marry it if I could.

[mamamittens]

Oh man your asks must be jumping! Jumping! Well I want in on the bouncy house.

Lemme get uhhhmmm

Caramel chocolate with pop rocks and candy corn, a water with strawberries with a shot of mind eraser and to wash it down a hot damn. All for me, because soy goloso:3 with Eustass Kid from one piece. I'm M!Afab and femme presenting and like to explore with alt fashion. I'd like to add I'm dark skinned and a have my curves but have a bit of a tummy and stretch marks. Do with that as you like

Can't wait to see what work of art you come up with!

Well, I hope you have fun on your date! (Hope this is what you had in mind lol)

Date Night Event!

Warnings: Aggressive, horny behavior from Kid. Arranged marriage. Accidental misgendering at the start. Clothed grinding against a door, degradation, praise kink, (bonus) oral sex, table sex, and possibly a marriage kink in there somewhere. Implied sex as a behavior reward.

Word Count: 3,014

Kid couldn’t help the sneer on his lips at the overly polished, glitz and glam of the upscale restaurant he had to visit. Unfortunately, this was non-negotiable as it would be his first time meeting his fiancée. Hardly his decision or idea—why the fuck would he ever want to get married to anyone let alone a stranger—but he was stuck with it. So he had to sit still and try not to rip up the expensive suit he would have sworn he never owned before tonight.

“Eustass, I assume?” A soft voice called from his side. Kid jolted in revulsion for a moment—no one called him that under threat of death what the hell—before his attention was immediately drawn to her. His fiancée.

He hated how damn good she looked.

Dark pantsuit that hugged her curves, modest enough to pass muster in this uppity hell hole but with an edge. Red accents in her heels and makeup that Kid almost wished he knew was on purpose because fuck was that his color. And hers, clearly. Hair pinned back with a few strands brushing her dark skin. She looked fine as hell.

Like sin in a business meeting and if this was any other moment or place he’d make it personal.

Instead he has to deal with the fact that he doesn’t want to fucking be here, he didn’t choose to be here, and this is all obligation. He likes to fuck for fun but damnit at least they both want it when he does.

No way in hell would this hot piece of ass be here if it wasn’t for obligation.

“Just Kid is fine.” He huffed, shifting in his seat to relieve the pressure on his erection. “Let’s get this over with.” He snarled, tipping his chin towards the menus laid out on the table. She looked a little startled at his brisk attitude and he couldn’t help but take satisfaction from it.

He wasn’t nice on a good day. Better to get used to it before they’re married so that maybe they won’t be totally fucking miserable together.

Fuck does it burn that the only way he’d bag her is through an arranged marriage. He can’t take satisfaction in anything knowing neither one of them meant to be here.

“Are we ready to order?” A waiter asked, startling Kid a bit. He bit out his order of steak and wine. Hopeful that the booze will take off the edge of his temper.

It wouldn’t but it never stopped him from trying before. His fiancée ordered in turn, a fancy pasta with shrimp and wine. The waiter nodded his head before excusing himself.

“So, tell me about yourself.” She asked with a polite smile that pissed him off with how pretty and cloying it felt. Like she gave a shit.

“Well, for starters I hate nosy bitches.” Kid snapped, glaring at her.

Instead of withering under his gaze like he expected, her dark eyes narrowed as her painted lips pursed slightly. She looked pissed and Kid was pissed off at how even slight anger looked good on her. He wanted to reach over and smear her lipstick. Smudge the kohl around her eyes and pull her hair.

Find something—some expression or disarray that she wouldn’t look like his wet dream in.

And Kid suspected—seething at the unfairness of it all—that he would fail miserably like the sad, horny bastard he is.

“Well, I’m not signing a piece of paper tying myself to a man when I don’t even know his favorite color. So, you better learn to put up with a nosy bitch and pull the stick out of your ass.” Kid wished he had sat for a fitting in his suit. Maybe then the inseam would allow for the raging hard on. As sudden as it happened, her sneer turned into that polite smile as the waiter brought their wine. “Thank you. Leave the bottle, please. I suspect I’ll need it.”

“Better bring another.” Kid snapped, receiving a stern look from his fiancée for his terse treatment of the poor waiter.

He wasn’t sure if it was his inherent desire to defy authority or his horny ass desire for his fiancée that led him to wonder if she could keep up that look if he fucked her over the table. He hadn’t even sipped at his wine and he already was dangerously close to an act of public indecency. The sheer, dark promise of satisfaction sank deep into his chest. They’d have to consummate the marriage eventually. And when they did, Kid was fucking ready to show her something more than obligation. Until she begged for it, even.

They were stuck in this shitty ass situation but he’d be damned if he didn’t to bend her over at least once.

Until then, he’d just have to bite back the heavy weight of blue balls.

“We’ve only been here ten minutes and you’re already such an insufferable dick, Kid.” She sighed, taking a long sip of wine. Kid slammed back his, not even tasting the expensive booze. “Are you going to be like this all the time? Is this what I have to look forward to?” She smacked his hand when he reached for the bottle just as the waiter brought Kid his own.

She pulled out a crisp hundred and handed it to the surprised waiter.

“Oh. Are you already leaving, miss?” He asked, “I’ll get the check.”

“No, no. This is an advance on my tip for dealing with him. This is going to be rough for both of us.” She commiserated with a soft smile as the waiter smiled back awkwardly, pocketing the money.

Oh, he’d fucking show her rough—

Kid sneered and started drinking straight from the bottle. He didn’t give a shit anymore. If he didn’t get buzzed fast, he was going to personally ruin that makeup and tight pantsuit. Right here in the uppity restaurant.

Kid refrained from speaking anymore, distantly aware that he’d embarrass the fuck out of himself if he opened his mouth for anything other than more wine. Either by reflexively snipping at his fiancée to hide his carnal desire or being patronized for his behavior. She simply sat back and took small sips from her wine, glaring at him from across the table—literally doing nothing but making him more aggressively horny.

The food was both a welcome distraction and a horrifying realization that soon every dinner would be like this.

Husband and wife, sitting across a table and pissed to be there.

The food was fucking delicious but biting into the high-quality steak did little to help him restrain himself. It melted on his tongue, parting for his fork without even using a knife. Seasoned to perfection, Kid bitterly wished he could enjoy it.

And normally he would.

But right now? Right now, he needed something tougher to sink his teeth into. A distraction from how poised his fiancée looked swirling up steaming hot pasta and eating without smearing her lipstick. The pleased sound that made Kid wonder if she’d make the same noise if he was between her thick thighs. She’d probably taste even better than the damn steak.

Maybe having horny thoughts about eating out his fiancée while actually eating a steak so soft it falls apart on his tongue wasn’t helping his erection. Just maybe. Could also be the wine at this point. Whisky made him a rough fuck but wine… well, wine made him get lost in his bed partner until they cried for his cock.

“At least you’re enjoying something tonight.” Kid snarked. She gave him an unimpressed look, swirling up another wad of pasta and tangled up shrimp.

“Well, I can’t really enjoy the company, can I?” She said.

“Like you wanted to be here to begin with.” Kid drank heavily from the bottle. “But guess what, sweet cheeks? This is only the start! Guess you’ll just have to get used to this as my future wife, won’t you?” Kid raised his bottle, aware he was being a massive asshole.

“To miserable company.” Then he slammed it back until it was empty. When he sat the bottle down, gasping for air, he sputtered. Wine thrown at him.

Snarling, he was shocked to find his fiancée standing up from the table. Sneering at him.

“I guess it was too much to expect my future husband to not be such a miserable fucking bastard. We’re well-matched at least, in our disappointment with our partners. I wanted to know the man I’d marry would be my partner. My equal, if nothing else. But you’re just a drunk prick.” She huffed. “And you won’t have a wife at all, for all that you clearly didn’t want one. At least have the courtesy to not be a complete dick and call me what I am. Your future husband. Have a good day, Kid.” She slammed down money and stormed off. Leaving Kid spiraling.

Dazed, he flagged down the waiter and added his own money to the table for the mess and show he helped create. Tipping generously after being given a towel to wipe his face.

When the cool night air hit him, his phone was in hand instantly.

“Killer… I fucked up. Do you know where my fiancé lives?” The startled grunt was all he needed. “Great. Give me a ride. I’m buzzed as hell.”

He absolutely deserved the look Killer gave him when he picked him up.

The loft apartment was nice. The doorman judgmental as hell in a way that he wouldn’t tolerate if he wasn’t still reeling from being reamed in the restaurant. It really shouldn’t have been such a turn on but he was rapidly coming to term with the facts of life. His fiancé just did it for him. All the time, it seems.

His fist was heavy as it slammed into the door, his blood buzzing with arousal and expensive wine.

She—He opened the door, hair still pinned back but suit jacket removed. Silk red camisole displaying his shoulders and the swell of his breasts beautifully.

“Kid?! What the hell are you doing—”

“You’ve got balls talking to me like that.” Kid snarled, bullying his way into the room, pinning his fiancé to the door. “Maybe there’s hope for us after all. I needed that. I was a dick to you.” Kid could smell the intoxicating mix of expensive perfume and a natural spice.

“W-Well, I’m glad we can come to an agreement about that.” He stammered, shocked by his behavior. Kid couldn’t blame him.

“Fuck, I should have bought flowers… do you like flowers?” Kid shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. “Red.”

He looked as confused as Kid felt.

“What?”

“My favorite color is red. The shade doesn’t matter but right now I’m partial to the shade on your lips. I wear makeup usually but decided not to scandalize the staff… think I could wear that shade?” Kid leaned down, pressing his forehead against his fiancé’s. Their eyes were wide.

“Uhm… sure. I can… let you borrow mine. You’d look good in it, I think. It doesn’t smudge when it sets, so you’ll need makeup remover for it.” He helpfully explained. Kid grinned.

“So, what I’m hearing is that I better put some fucking effort in if I want it on my skin?” Kid’s voice dropped low and intimate. “I’ll have to kiss you hard to transfer it to my lips? Let me try it. I want to see how good it is.” Kid murmured, slowly moving and allowing his fiancé to decide.

“If you think that weak ass apology is good enough, you better think again. That’s not nearly good enough for the attitude you’ve had all night.” He smirked, hand resting over Kid’s erection. “Is this the root of the problem? All that huffing and snarling because you’ve got blue balls?”

Kid grabbed his thick thighs and lifted his fiancé against the door, pressing between them with a smirk of his own. Rocking against the door in a slow, dry fuck.

“How can I not get bricked up when you came in looking so fucking good?” Kid grumbled, staring into his eyes. “Fine. I’m sorry I was too busy imaging your makeup running when you introduced yourself to be a gentleman. I’m sorry I drank a whole bottle of wine so I wouldn’t bend you over the table. I’m so fucking sorry all I can think of when I look at you is how fucking beautiful my future husband is.”

Kid kissed him then, lips pressing hard against the soft red as he ground his cock against his fiancé’s body. Groaning when he felt a hot tongue slip into his mouth. He was sorry, but he sure as fuck wasn’t going to fold when his fiancé was the one getting dry fucked against his front door. Kid pressed his tongue back and took control of the kiss. Wet and filthy, Kid soaked up the weak, mewling moans and how hot his dick was. Pressed against slick fabric that he wanted to rip open like a gift.

Finally, he jerked away, panting and snarling when he found his fiancé was right. The lipstick didn’t even smear a little the entire time. He’d need to give them a different kind. One that leaves marks everywhere. Makes sex so much better to see afterwards where those sexy lips have been. On his lips. His chest. His cock. Everywhere.

“You’re not sorry. If you were, you wouldn’t be teasing me like this. What kind of gentleman fucks against a door?” Kid smiled.

“You’re so fucking right. I’m sorry, husband.” Kid pulled away from the door, still holding his fiancé against his body. He glanced around and spotted the kitchen table. “A real gentleman fucks his husband on a table.”

Kid slammed him onto the table and yanked off both their pants.

“Fuck!” He cursed as Kid tore open the camisole with his bare hands.

Breasts and body finally fully bared for Kid, he grinned down at his fiancé.

“Finally.” Kid licked down their body, fully tasking his skin and testing the softness of his fiancé’s breasts with his teeth and tongue. Hands firm as they gripped thick, supple thighs as he panted over their cunt. “Some good fucking food.”

Softer than a wet dream, Kid groaned at the sweet fluttering against his tongue. Cute clit begging for his attention as the wine fully settled in his system. Sure, his lipstick didn’t smudge, but maybe the mascara would? Goal affirmed, Kid set to work. Fully indulging in the soaking wet cunt as his fiancé cried out, wriggling against his face.

Hands carded through his hair as Kid wound them up. Tasting deeply as they sobbed, twitching around his tongue and fingers.

“O-Oh! Kid! Fuck! Yes!”

“S-So good… Ahnnn~! Oh! Oh! R-Right there!”

Praise rained down onto Kid’s shoulders, going right to his cock as he drove his tongue in deep. Spreading his fingers out as cream poured onto the table. Kid wanted to fucking ruin his fiancé. Make a mess to bad he’d slip when Kid fucked him properly over the table later.

When he begged for it.

“S-Shit! Kid! O-Ohhhhnnnggghh~! Ah! K-Kid y-yes!”

He trembled around Kid, thighs quivering as he came again.

“P-Please! Fuck me! Fuck me oh~! Fuck me please~!” Kid ripped himself away so fast his head spun. Lungs burning as he panted, eagerly slamming in his cock so fast there was a startled scream.

Kid fucked him hard. So close to cumming already, he throbbed as he saw the dirty tear tracks running down his fiancé’s face.

“This good enough? You like that? Slut.” Kid grinned, watching his tits bounce with every hard thrust. Grip on his ass firm as the puddle on the table made him slip away. “Look at my pretty baby, ruined on my cock. Good think you’re going to wear my ring, I want to break you every night.”

“K-Kid~!”

“That’s right.” Kid leaned over and licked at the sweat dripping down his chest. “That’s the name of your future husband. Am I still a fucking rude dick? Go on. Tell me if I still need to kiss and make it better~” Kid teased, railing into him so hard the table rocked back.

“S-So rude! A-Ahn~! F-Fuck!” He raked his nails down Kid’s back as he cried out. “N-Not even married yet!” Kid clicked his tongue and chuckled.

“You’re so fucking right. We aren’t husbands yet.” Kid agreed. “But you’ll cum for me like you are anyway, won’t you, slut?” He jerked under Kid’s thrusts, squeezing down harder.

“Yes!” He threw his head back and Kid took advantage. Kissing and sucking a bruise into the skin even though he couldn’t see it. His fiancé cried out, practically wailing as he came on Kid’s cock.

“Yeah, that’s right. So fucking tight! Every time I’ve got an attitude, are you going to spread for me? Let me take it out on your wet cunt?” Kid asked, going slower so he could press in deeper. “Might finally start acting right with a pussy this sweet for me, husband.” Kid smothered his panting fiancé’s lips with a groan as he came.

He shivered, pulling out as his fiancé gasped for air. They trembled hard as Kid’s cock slipped out.

They smiled in a daze, looking up at him through their lashes. Kissing him softly, they caressed his face.

“If it makes you sweet, I just might let you take your attitude out on me like this.” Kid smirked, thrusting back in with a wet smack. His fiancé moaned in surprise.

“Whoops.” Kid said dryly, grinning. “I think I still feel like a complete bastard. Better start working on that.”

To no one’s surprise, Kid did not stop being a dick when he felt like it… but he did feel more incentivized to be polite when his husband gave him a look. Matching bands on their fingers gleaming in the light.

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Girl in the Chair - PT3

I wake up in the morning back in my bedroom, still feeling uneased from the events from last night. what would he want with me? did he know about milo? what did he know about my father? I get up and shake off these questions praying he just got the wrong person. I put on some cute white ripped Demin jeans pairing it with a white tank top and a blue pastel daisy cardigan.

I hear my dad shouting for me from downstairs in his office, I go down to see him sitting there with a stern look on his face.

"where did you go last night, you know its not safe to go out alone"

"I just went out for a walk in the street to clear my head a bit" lying knowing he wouldn't like the truth of how far I went

"Nothing else you want to tell me?"

"No, I don't think there is anything else to say" I look confused as to what else he may be expecting.

"Okay, you may go then"

I leave his office nervous of what he may know, but it was impossible for him to know, right? While in my thoughts, I see a strange man, standing at the front door he was tall with a tan and muscular with dark hair and an evil demeanour. my mother greets him at the door as if they were old friends, my mother pointed him towards my fathers office and thanked her. Walking towards my dads office, as he came closer I saw that he had tattoos along his arm and some stubble on his face. When he acknowledges me he smiles but I just stare back feeling sick to the pit of my stomach with unease. As he opened the door I heard my dad greet him but the door shuts before I could get a name.

I walk into the kitchen to ask my mother who he was but I noticed she was in a hurry

"Where are you off to in such a rush?" I questioned.

"I'm late to a doctors appointment, are you able to stay in today sweetie, there's a delivery arriving today and I know your father will be leaving to go into work in about 5 mins so someone needs to be in the house"

"Yeah that's fine, I have no plans I was just planning to watch movies all day anyways"

"please don't say your going to watch 'The Secret of Moonacre' again" she says while laughing at me

"Actually no, I'm planning on watching many versions of 'A Cinderella story'" I say proudly

"Even worse" she giggles even more

"Right give me a hug and kiss before I go" I walk over to her and she gives me the biggest squeeze

"I love you" she says

"I love you too"

She leaves the house as my dad walks out of his office with the mystery man.

"I'm off to work" he says as he walks out the door not waiting for a response from me.

'Ah alone at last' I thought to myself

That is when I heard a rushed and violent knock at the door

"UGH, I jinxed it" I exclaim out loud

Walking to the door I noticed that it was Milo through the windows

I open the door letting him in and went back to the living room, I sat down on the couch and he decided to take the floor. He is looking up at me smiling like a goon.

"If your going to tell me you got lucky with Miss lover girl, please spare me, I don’t need to know about what you two get up to” I say laughing at his goofy smile.

He dramatically places his hand on his chest and acts offended

“I don’t kiss and tell” he says while his voice cracks

“moving on from whatever that was, why are you so bouncy?” I ask, intrigued about what brought him to my house.

“So y’know the winter soldier, captain Americas boyfriend. He found me. Like the avengers know who I am, so he personally came up to me and asked me to join this new group of sorta young avengers, do you think I should do it?” He informs me in practically one breath.

I look at him astonished, the winter soldier like the one who stalked me outside of my street and outside Emily's house. He can't be serious now. Wait what if that's why he was following. He knew I knew the identity of the spider kid (as the news call him) and I led him right to him.

“Milo this isn’t a good idea, it seems a bit shady that the winter soldier just found you like that, especially when only me and Emily know that you are the Spider-Man” I say this thinking it might of just been a coincidence, like the winter soldier does have connections to tony and tony could find anyone with the right amount of time and money (which we all know he has) he could find anyone.

“I mean they have the starks database which probably found me, I mean it’s not like I have a whole suit so it would be pretty easy to notice me I guess” He tries to rationalise how he could’ve found him.

I shake my head and sigh at him. We decide to watch movies, but not the ones I had originally had planned. Ones with superhero's and Gods fighting Villains of all shapes, species and sizes. That's when the idea stuck me. I look back at Milo and huge smile across my face.

“why are you smiling like that? Are you possessed? Oh please say you’re possessed” he says, he has defiantly watched to much Sam and Colby lately. I stand up and start walking to the kitchen

“Have you tested your powers yet?” I questioned him

“uh no why? What are you conjuring Y/N?” he says while slowly standing up.

I walk out into the garden with Milo following close behind. The garden held many memories that were created while we grew up. I walk towards the shed and unlock it and grabbed some garden tools which could be dangerous enough to be weapons.

“woah hey no nope not today Satan” he says holding his hands up backing away, I laugh and place them on the grass

“we need to test your powers Milo, c'mon it’ll be fun” I say. He rolls his eyes at me then comes closer and sat down on the grass waiting to hear further on what I had concocted in my mind

“Wait we should call Kate over” I say and pull out my phone.

We have known Kate for a short while but she's one of them people that you instantly click with, and also happens to help that she has skills with a bow and arrow. She's a few years older than us but has the same mental age as us.

I told her that I had the Spiderman in my garden and asked her to come around ASAP. That's when Milo took the hint to put on the make-shift suit he had made on.

~10mins later~

Kate arrived and comes running into the garden and takes one look at Milo and covers her mouth in shock

"MILO"

I laugh at the fact how fast she figured it out and at the slight annoyed groan coming from Milo

“shit” he says in a realisation of needing a new suit

~1hr later~

We spent an hour testing Milos ability until both of them had to leave.

So I had my alone time back once again.

I sat back down in the living room and decided to put on 'Ever after' a Cinderella story staring Drew Barrymore.

I was watching the movie for about 10 minuets and that's when I heard a smash come from the back door from the living room I can see the door slightly and that's when I saw a large figure dressed in all black breaking into the house.

I react quickly turning off the tv and making sure I'm not to be seen. I make a move quickly and quietly to my fathers office knowing that the door can lock from the inside for when my father didn't want to be interrupted during work. I open the door and close it as quite as possible and lock it. I go to grab my phone out of my pocket but realise it wasn't there.

SHIT! I left it in the living room.

A wave of panic rushes over me. I hear footsteps coming towards the room. I'm trapped the windows are locked and there is no knowing that he wasn't alone. Someone could be waiting out front for me to make an escape. I was trapped.

I went for best case scenario and I smashed the window through with the lamp that was on my fathers desk making a loud noise. I clear the window to avoid injury but I didn't realise that I missed a piece and felt a searing pain rush through my leg. I started to run with all my might and the best I could with a shard of glass in my leg. but next thing I knew the large man from before had caught up with me and restrained me while putting a cloth over my face making me pass out

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sorry for this being later than usual I was struggling to find the time but also on what to write so i hope you enjoy PT3 and check out @ladmarkinnit for the original series WEB HEAD

[slapegg]

Some Thoughts About… Itorah

I knew almost nothing about this game going in. It looked like a Wonder Boy style game, it had great art, and it was affordable, so that seemed like a winning combination. This game is beautiful. The art, the colors, and the lighting! The animation is nice and smooth. The music is tranquil without being boring. It tells a good story and it’s dramatic when it needs to be but funny when it needs to be. It’s lovely to just exist in this game’s world.

The bad… man, this game does not control great. Movement isn’t fluid. It’s really hard to make fine adjustments in the air. Your character keeps trying to drop down platforms when you don’t want to her to. Sometimes you just...don’t dodge when you press the button. Sometimes she grabs onto rings in the environment and other times she just falls right through them. Sometimes you bounce off bouncy things and other times you pass through them. Sometimes you can grab platforms and sometimes you fall through them. The game has a problem with your character falling through the ground. You might just pass through a moving platform, causing you to fall into a pit, and then when you respawn, your character falls through the spot you respawned on and you have to respawn again. Your health can drop very quickly through no fault of your own.

Either the tutorial for sliding on ramps is wrong or it just rarely works (I can do it when landing on the ramp from a jump but that’s it, but the tutorial just says you have to press Down+R2).

You can’t use the Dpad to move so it’s a finicky platformer and you’re trying to control it with an analogue stuck.

There’s a delay from when you press the button and when the character attacks, and if an enemy hits you, it cancels your attack. So there are a lot of cases where you press the button, you expect to have hit the enemy but it keeps moving, so it bumps into you, you try to attack again, but it bumps into you again and you take extra hits. Plus, every so often your character does a critical hit, but it’s even slower so you’re just more likely to get hit by the enemy. I never found the crits useful since you can’t control them so I just wanted a way to turn them off.

The camera doesn’t move smoothly. It’s very juttery so turning around and jumping quickly are very unpleasant due to how the camera stutters. The camera moves out ahead as you run and then moves back to your when you stop, but that means the camera is almost always in a state of moving out or coming back and since it doesn’t move smoothly, it’s bad. Real bad. Like, strain your eyes and you need to take breaks bad.

The camera is in so close that you regularly can’t see enemies you’re trying to fight, coupled with flying enemies being designed to run away off-screen when hit, or you’re doing a lot of leaps of faith because you can’t see platforms under you. If you have to give the player manual control of the camera in a 2D platformer, your camera is too close.

Almost all of the tutorial messages are broken and don’t display the buttons for your new moves. So you’ll get a new ability and then just have to press every button to figure out how to actually use it. If you get stuck in the fire dungeon, the uppercut is Up+Triangle while in the air. Would have saved a whole lot of frustration if you game could tell you that because the move’s description does not make it sound like it’s an uppercut so you don’t have any clues about what the new move does or how to activate it.

You can’t mark your map and roadblocks don’t get symbols on the map. This makes it hard to tell where you’ve been/what routes are now open to you after getting a new power to find upgrade collectibles. There isn’t a fast travel system either, so if you missed an item, well, have fun running through the entire area all over again (hint: don’t do that, it’s not worth it).

The title screen has a version number on it, but it’s not even 1.0.0. Maybe the game is just... unfinished and that’s why all the control and camera issues are here?

The upgrade system is a bit half baked. To unlock an upgrade, you need currency and a unique collectible for that type (one item can be used to either give you more healing charges or stronger healing and the other can get you more health or more stamina). However, currency isn’t an issue until you’re about two-thirds of the way through the game. The good news is that chests give you enough currency that you probably don’t really have to fight most enemies because they drop really piddly amounts of monies. The bad news is that finding chests winds up being a disappointment for most of them. Oh hey, more money, that I already have thousands of but I need some collectibles so stop giving me crystals and give me a danged feather already! But once you hit the tipping point, you suddenly find yourself having collectibles but needing thousands more currency and no way to get it outside of grinding the piddly amounts enemies drop. I finished the game several thousand monies short for the final upgrades and your typical enemy drops 2-4 money.

Itorah is what modern platformers have become, but it’s not a good one of those. It’s mostly linear since you’re being guided to a set location and if you stray too far, your path is blocked by an ability you don’t have yet, but there are still little nooks and crannies to explore that award currencies used to upgrade your character. It’s less grandiose than your Symphony of the Nights but far more interesting than your New Super Marios.

I could only play it for an hour or so a day. Any more than that and the bad camera started to hurt my eyes and all the control problem just made me too frustrated to have fun. I think the slower pace helps the game actually. Just take your time, take in the sights, and enjoy inhabiting that world for a bit.

I’d say wait for fixes for the control and camera problems, but the developers put up an announcement before the game even came out on consoles that they were closing the studio, so who knows if any updates are going to come. I really, really want to encourage people to play the game for the art and atmosphere, but in it’s current state, it’s just not fun to play. It’s a real bummer to say it because I want to like this game, but I recommend people just stay away from Itorah.