#I for one can't wait for her to get so much worse 0:}

[deathinfeathers]

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[lovingperfectionsblog]

I'm Not A Spy?

Max Verstappen x Reader

Summary: There’s no way THE Max Verstappen got you flowers, absolutely no way. 

Warnings: Swearing, other than that, just silliness and fluff. 

Word Count: 1616

Authors note: This was literally a dream I had and I was encouraged to write it as a fic by my absolute dream of a friend @0-atmilk-latte so thank you sugar <3 I hope it’s okay. I really want to get back into writing my silly little stories so, let's try to do this. 

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Enemy territory. 

This is where Max stood currently. Dead center in front of the Mercedes motorhome door, where everyone could see him. 

And every single person to walk through those doors sent him glares that would make sure he knew he was on enemy territory. 

He knew it was risky. Redbull merchandise adoring him. Sticking out like a sore thumb. It was a risk he was willing to take. 

“Horner send you?” Toto stepped through the doors after watching Max stand there for the past hour, “Although, I can't imagine who Horner would be giving those to?” eyes flicking between Max’s face and the bouquet of flowers he was currently white knuckling. 

“No sir, these are for your assistant.” Max tried to sound confident but even he could admit Toto was a terrifying man and this entire situation was feeling far too similar to the idea of trying to get your fathers permission to ask you on a date. 

“From?” Toto knew he was making Max squirm, but the only thing that would bring him more joy was if it were Horner himself standing in front of him instead of Max. 

“From me sir.” Max tried to stop his hands from shaking, the rustling of the leaves and flowers becoming oddly unbearable as he tried to stand his ground in front of your boss. 

“Why?” As much fun as Toto was having, he was also curious. He knew Max had been eyeing you up these past few weeks, paying more attention to you, attempting to talk to you every opportunity he could. He had even caught Max attempting to make small talk with Lewis and George, which he was now assuming was a bid at getting closer to you. At the very least attempt to make everyone around you like him in the meantime. 

“Because I was hoping to ask her to dinner sir.” Toto couldn't hide his surprise at Max’s honesty. Expecting at the very least some work around to that answer after some back and forth. 

God Max irritated him. He had no choice but to add this to the increasingly growing list of things he respected Max for and it infuriated Toto to no end. 

It didn’t mean he couldn't stress Max out in the meantime. 

“Well,” he let out a chuckle, “good luck then son.” 

“Boss, what’s the redbull scum doing on our turf?” George shouted towards Toto as he made his way towards the motorhome. 

Toto didn’t even give Max an opportunity to answer before he was shouting back, “Apparently he’s here to ask my assistant out to dinner.”

“Oh, makes sense why he’s been so nice to me and Lewis these last few weeks.” George made his way up to the entrance, joining his boss and rival, “Is this why you wanted to hang out in Monaco the other day?” 

Toto and George could only laugh at the uncontrollable blush that had made its way across Max’s face at being called out. 

And the situation was only made worse by, “Morning Boss, George,” you eyed the odd one out, cocking an eyebrow up in question, “and Max?” 

“Well then, go ahead,” was all that came from your boss in lieu of a greeting from any of them. 

And suddenly Max felt shy. All that previous bravado had clearly been used up with Toto, leaving none for the actual important interaction. 

He had to do something and soon, because you were standing there staring at him, waiting, for, well, something. 

Next second there was a bouquet thrust in your direction, gripped to near smithereens between Max’s hands. Your eyes darted between the flower and the three men in front of you, one completely avoiding eye contact, the other two doing a poor job to hide their smiles as they watched the interaction between you two. 

“What’s this for?” you refused to take the bundle from Max, unsure of what was happening. 

“You.” It was all Max could get out. 

“From?

“Me?” 

“Why?” 

“Jesus.” 

Toto barked out a laugh at the near identical conversation he and Max had just had. 

The flowers rustled in front of you as you assumed Max shook them for you to take. 

He would never admit that it was his nerves. 

You hesitantly took the flowers, eyeline switching between max and the, admittedly beautiful, bunch of flowers you were now holding. 

There was a long silence as you just stared at the flowers, eyebrows furrowing. Neither Max, Toto nor George fully understood what was going on in your mind. The silence extended so long that even Toto began to feel nervous, so he could only imagine what Max was feeling as he just stared you down just as intensely as you were staring at those flowers.  

Just as Toto reached out to nudge Max in an attempt to get him to say something to you, you began violently shaking the flowers. Petals and leaves began flying everywhere. Whole flowers landed on the floor at your feet. At least one had hit Max in the face. Toto stepped back in fear. Max shielded himself from the onslaught. By the time you were done, all that was left in your hand was one measly flower consisting of maybe four petals and a few leaves. The rest lay at your feet after your massacre. 

All three boys stared on in horror as you stood there breathless. Eyes fixed on Max like he was your prey. 

Everyone could hear the gulp from Max’s throat as he took a single step backwards. 

“You think just because I’m some girl and you’re the Max Verstappen in your fast little redbull you can treat me like some pawn in your weird little game?” you spat the words at him. 

Max desperately looked over to Toto and George for some help, but even they looked too scared to intercede on his behalf. 

“This isn’t some game, I just,” 

“You just what? Thought you could spy on my team?” you didn't even let him finish before throwing out a secondary accusation at him. 

“Spy?” George hadn’t meant to have that come out as loud as it did, but suddenly all attention was on him as he hid slightly behind Toto. 

“Obviously George. He probably put a listening device in the flowers to spy on us.” All three looked at you like you were insane, “Why else would he be giving me flowers?” 

“To ask you on a date.” The silence that followed Toto’s comment was deafening. 

“No.” It was all you could get out. 

“No to the date or no to him giving you flowers for that reason?” Totot was desperately trying to be the voice of reason here. 

“To him giving me flowers?” You’d yet to look at Max since the original accusations. 

“Why would Max be spying on us? Redbull is the fastest team on the grid?” George was emphatically nodding along with what Toto was saying, trying to get you to see that this was completely innocent. 

“I’m not a spy?” Max had finally spoken up, far too alarmed at the accusations beforehand to offer much more than this, beyond thankful to Toto for helping him explain. 

“Then what’s with the flowers?” You were sharp and blunt and Max couldn’t help but fall just that little bit more for you as he watched you defend your team. 

“To ask you on a date.” Max hesitantly pointed at Toto, showing that the original reason that was offered was correct. 

“You want to take me on a date?” Max could only nod, “and these flowers were to ask me on a date?” Another nod, smile growing as he watched your cheeks flush, “in front of my boss?” you side eyed your boss, hoping he’d take the hint to get out of there. 

“In my defense, I didn’t expect him to come talk to me, not stick around” Max’s eyes refused to leave you, a little nervous to at this point. 

“I’m not going anywhere, is it a yes or not?” Totot refused to budge, his massive presence looming over both you and Max as George peaked over his shoulder to continue watching the interaction. 

“Yes,” you watched as Max’s smile grew even wider than before, him already grabbing his phone out of his pocket so you could put your number in it for him, “as long as you promise you aren’t a spy!” you emphasized by shoving his phone, now containing your number, into his chest as a warning. 

“Not a spy. I promise,” Max stuck his pinky out, waiting for you to reciprocate, giving you the most legal of all promises, the pinky promise, “so it’s a date.” 

You nodded as you wrapped your pinky around his own, “A date.” 

After a moment Toto coughed, catching your attention and forcing you to let go of Max and straighten out your attire, “We should go, yes, we have, there’s work, yes, job, okay, bye” and with that, you had disappeared through the Mercedes motorhome doors, soon followed by Toto who clapped a hand against Max’s shoulders, muttering a “well done boy” as he followed you in to begin the day, leaving Max to stare after you as George sidled up next to him. 

The two stood in silence, Max staring at you as Toto clearly teased you about the interaction, and George stared at Max, gearing up to do some teasing of his own. 

“Never thought The Max Verstappen would be into women who scared him” 

“Shit, she’s so scary.” Max nodded along with his own statement before making George choke on his coffee with the next one, “I think I’m going to marry her.” 

[soobrat]

fuck up my life; hjs

milestone celebration masterlist

˗ˏˋ🎧´ˎ˗ pairing; han jisung x afab!reader (+ lee know)

˗ˏˋ🎧´ˎ˗ words; 12.3k

˗ˏˋ🎧´ˎ˗ genre; smut, angst!!!

˗ˏˋ🎧´ˎ˗ warnings; very toxic relationship, two deplorable dirty cheaters, public sex, mutual masturbation, choking, very rough sex, bondage, ball gag, unprotected sex, slut shaming, large cock, dubcon(? just to be safe), slapping, squirting, spanking, biting, casual sex, you're going to hate mc and Jisung they're horrible people and just when you think it can't get worse hooooo boy

↻ ◁ || ▷ : If you can't set aside your morals for a story centered around two cheaters, I don't blame you, but this fic ain't for you lol. This is the first part of the second story! I'm so late to 1.5k that we're close to 2k, so I can't wait to start writing that one. Right now I'll just focus on the other two parts of this :*)

act i ➻ yeah right

Your blue eyeshadow was too flashy. Your cut crease and eyeliner too sharp and intense. Your overlined nude lipstick was downright gaudy. Feeling pleased, you stand from your vanity and inspect your outfit in the full-body mirror to your left. 

The thin silk fabric cinched in slightly at your waist, accentuating your breasts and hips. You’re basically telling men to look at them. Oh, and that slit. You turn to get a better look at it, tsking when you catch a glimpse of the swell of your ass. With how high the slit runs up and how short the dress is to begin with, you might as well just go out in your underwear. You looked like a cheap, tacky whore.

It was perfect.

With one last look in the mirror, you adjust the collar of your dress. With there being no sleeves on your dress or anything covering your shoulders, the thick piece of fabric was the only thing keeping you from flashing the entire club. Long strips of silk cascade down your back after you tie it securely around your neck. 

You flounce past your drunken boyfriend on the couch, the loud click and clack of your D’orsay heels taunting him to take a look. He scrambles to sit up and doesn’t bother turning off the TV. He’s annoyed but not that bothered by you leaving the house in this state.

“What, are you going out to find someone to fuck?” He slurs. You spare him by not even glancing once. You’re sure he doesn’t want to be seen when he’s being a belligerent fool. “Huh? Is that what you’re doing? You look like a prostitute!” He yells more frantically when he realizes he’s not deterring you. You snicker before finally looking back at the poor man. His shirt is more stain than polyester and his blue-striped boxers sit crooked on his hips. His hair is a mess and he can barely keep his eyes open.

“‘Twas the goal, my love.” You smile with a wink before leaving him to drink himself to sleep.

0:00 ───|────── 0:00

You hadn’t been to The Eve in years, since before you were cleansed. You enter and become engulfed by the pulsing music and dancing bodies. Looking around you can’t help but smile. This is where you belong. Across the room is a man who doesn’t share this sentiment. He feels out of place. He glances around nervously at the shameless PDA and lousy dancing. He should be at home with his loving girlfriend. 

Jiwoo is breathtaking. Her expressive eyes and radiant smile keep his lungs in constant lockdown. It’s true that she and Jisung are extremely different. She’s an early bird while he’s a night owl. Her active lifestyle makes Jisung seem sedentary. Also, she doesn’t want to have sex much at all. And when they do have sex, it’s vanilla missionary. At the beginning of their relationship, Jisung was convinced her lifestyle just needed some getting used to. Three years later and he's only gotten less strong-willed. He’s suffocating.

He needs to breathe.

Jisung has been off the market for quite a while now. After moving in with Jiwoo, his priorities shifted. He’s not a kid anymore. It’s time for him to get serious and settle down. So, no, Jisung hasn’t been to a club in a minute. It was all stressing him out, but he was dressed up and he was already here. He should at least get a drink.

One drink becomes two and two become four. Jiwoo would be pissed. He already feels guilty about keeping how he’s feeling a secret, and now he’s drunk and alone. He can already hear her lecturing him. He laughs to himself, forehead thudding on the surface of the bar. 

Everyone around him looks so carefree as they dance and shove their tongues down each other’s throats. How do they do it? Maybe he should get up and try. The dancing part, of course. Maybe he was drunk. Pushing through the sea of bodies was a blur. He was just determined to get somewhere in the middle. The more he’s completely surrounded, the more immersed he feels in the atmosphere. He gets it now, he sways his body to the music.

The people surrounding him brush against him, sometimes even knocking into him. It only helps him levitate higher. With an extended exhale he floats until he’s hovering in the atmosphere. A body brushes against his front, pulling him back down to Earth. His eyes travel down to an ass against his crotch. Electricity crawls up his legs, prickling at his skin. He doesn’t realize his hands are resting on your waist until the fabric of your short dress rides up.

“At least tell me your name before you take my clothes off.” Your voice is sweet, seductive, it makes his head swim. He yanks his hands away and tries to back up only to bump into someone behind him. His body is propelled back into you, and your behind is back against his groin. He groans, hands gripping your upper arms to keep you at a distance. “What’s wrong babe?” His hands slip from your soft skin as you flip around to face him.

The face put to the seductive voice was a near perfect match. There was a look of intrigue behind your alluring gaze as you examined Jisung. He couldn’t help feeling a hint of danger as you looked him over. The way you hold yourself indicates explicitly how confident you are. As your eyes travel back to his face he nearly flinches from the sharpness of your eyes. Did you think he was pathetic? 

Jisung clears his throat and squares his shoulders. Your smirk and snort make him shrivel up again. You lean in with an earnest look on your face.

“You seem like a sweet guy.” You smile before sauntering elsewhere. Jisung looks down, alarmed by his hand reaching out for you. He physically pulls it back with his other hand. His encounter with you sobers him up immediately and he rushes out of the club. What he should be doing is being there for his girlfriend and being upfront with how he feels.

On the way home he chews on his lip, regarding the bulge in his pants nervously. He takes a shower before even thinking of crawling into bed with Jiwoo. He sighs deeply as he joins her under the covers. It’s warm and comforting, despite how his thoughts prod at him. He should wait until the morning instead of waking her. He extends his arm to hold Jiwoo but hesitates. His mouth falls open slightly as he stares at the back of her head.

0:00 ───|────── 0:00

“Jisung. Jisung!” His girlfriend’s annoyed voice jolts him awake. She throws a hand through her messy hair that just falls back around her face. He squints as the sun intrudes his eyesight, it was definitely way too early to be awake. He looks up and smiles groggily.

“Good morning.”

“Don’t good morning me, you made a mess!” She gestures agitatedly at the bed. Jisung pauses before ripping the covers away. The moist feeling against his hip and upper thigh becomes more apparent when he sees his soiled boxers and sheets. He looks up at Jiwoo as she makes a frustrated noise. She pulls the fabric of her nightgown, looking nauseated by the semen coating it. The throb Jisung feels in his groin is downright reprehensible. Whenever they have sex, Jiwoo makes him pull out and cum into his hand. The sight of his semen on her makes him aware that not only did he cum in his sleep, but he’s hard again. 

“Don’t just sit there, clean it up!” Jisung scrambles up from the bed, wrapping the comforter around him when he hears the increasing urgency in her voice. Jiwoo was repulsed by bodily fluids. Saliva, semen, sweat, all of it. She gagged once when he accidentally came in her mouth. The incident made both of them swear off blowjobs. Jisung was completely willing after the look on her face. He felt horrible. Yet here he is, getting turned on while she’s freaking out.

“I’m so, so sorry.” He laments as he rips the sheets off the bed. He watches with remorse as she rushes to the bathroom. His uncomfortable hard-on made him wonder what got him all worked up in the first place. He’s had many dreams where Jiwoo was a nymphomaniac and did unspeakable things to him. Even then, he only woke up with a boner, he never came in his sleep.

Dread fills his body as flashes of his dream enter his mind. That residual heat lingered the entire time he was awake, only now is he realizing where it came from. Images of you with your breasts exposed while bouncing on his cock fill his brain. 

“Such a sweet boy.” You moan lewdly.

Jisung shakes the dream away and clenches his eyes shut. It was because he was drunk. That was all. He loves Jiwoo.

0:00 ───|────── 0:00

You brace yourself as your hand wraps firmly around the doorknob. With a sharp inhale you push the door open and are immediately greeted with your boyfriend still on the couch. He had cleaned up, it was the afternoon after all, and he fixes you with a disappointed scowl. He takes the time to realize that you’re wearing another man’s shirt again.

“What the fuck-”

He rushes over to you and you raise your arms into the air expectantly. He grits his teeth before pulling the souvenir sweatshirt over your torso and head. This time he doesn’t toss it in the garbage, he angrily throws it to the ground. 

“I thought that would piss you off.” You grin, eyes tracking him as he fumes.

“Aren’t you tired?” He asks exasperatedly. A grimace flickers through your smile but you force it back. “Aren’t you?” You quip back, angling your face closer to his. Your heartbeat accelerates when he doesn’t move away.

“You want me to fuck you? Is that why you’re doing all of this?”

You bite your lip, not shying away from his aggression. “So why don’t you fucking ask like a normal person?” He shoves you backward and you hit the door. A moan is pulled from you involuntarily. He growls, unbuckling his belt before shoving his pants down. His hands are rough as he grips you, spinning you around and pushing you into the door. Anticipation rips through you until you’re close to trembling. He makes quick work of hiking your dress up and moving the shamefully thin fabric to the side. 

“This what you want?” He wraps his arm around your chest before shoving his cock inside you. You moan out, still not answering him. He squeezes your jaw hard with his other hand. “Fucking answer me!” His voice is piercing right next to your ear and you jump, pussy clenching around him. You whimper but your resolve stays intact. He grunts as he continues to fuck you in a position that curves your back uncomfortably. 

“You’re not answering because you know you’re a whore.” His voice wavers under the power of his thrusts. “Did you let him cum inside you?”

“You think I’m disgusting don’t you?” You moan. He doesn’t answer, giving you the same treatment you gave him. He instead wraps his hand around your throat and squeezes until your eyes roll back. He doesn’t speak anymore. The living room fills with grunts, heavy breathing, and the sound of his skin impacting yours. 

He shoots his load inside you with jerky thrusts, tightening his hand around your throat until your hearing and sight get cloudy. He lets you breathe before shoving you away. You gasp in air a little too quickly, losing balance from the shove and falling into a coughing fit. Your knees burn from scraping the floor after the impact. As dread starts to spread, you count in your head; 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6-

“Stand up.” His voice sounds uncaring but his hands are gentle as he lifts you off the ground. A genuine smile almost creeps through as you clear your throat. “Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up.” You can hear his bite start to wane. 

He took longer than last time but he still did it. He always comes around. 

Despite what he said, he ends up being the one kneeling between your legs while you sit on the toilet. You wince as he wipes between your folds. The cloth is damp and cold. He doesn’t speak the entire time. His jaw is tight and his thick, dark brows are drawn together. “I could do this myself.” You stare down at him before sighing.

“Minho.”

He doesn’t answer.

“Do you remember that shirt I wore in high school?” Minho’s hand hovers in the air as he hesitates. You puff air through your nose as you smirk. “Because I’ll never forget how you scolded me. You were so nerdy with your glasses.” You giggle.

Minho continues wiping away at your mound. “You came stomping up to me and said “those words are inappropriate for school!” and told me to put on the proper uniform.”

Still nothing. Is he doing it because he knows what his silence does to you or because he genuinely doesn’t want to speak to you? The former is better, you can grapple with spite. But you can see his face softening. He’s reflecting on your fond memories, but he still says nothing.

“You never stopped. You’re still that nerd in the glasses trying to get me to behave and probably always will be.”

Minho finally looks at you. He scowls at you and you brace for him to blow up. But he just drops the rag with a gross splat before leaving the bathroom. You shoot up from the toilet.

“Yeah, I knew you wouldn’t like the sound of that.” You chase after him. “You want to give up don’t you?-” He slams the bathroom door in your face and you listen as his heavy shoes thud away.

Your nostrils burn with each inhale. The air is dry, you said that to him when you bought this apartment together. He didn’t listen to you.

0:00 ───|────── 0:00

Jisung was dozing off at work. It was his fault for jizzing in his sheets. He guesses Jiwoo could’ve just cleaned herself up and waited for Jisung to wake up to wash the sheets and scrub the mattress. But she didn’t and there’s no point in thinking about what if’s.

Still, he was probably gonna be here for a while. Probably gonna have to work overtime. He already planned to put his right hand to good use in the bathroom, making sure to stay quiet. Jiwoo would surely ask why he didn’t ask to have sex. She doesn’t know he watches porn or the type he watches. She’d probably faint, thinking the man she’d been with for three years was some debauched pervert.

Turns out he didn’t have to work overtime. He takes the extra hours at his disposal to take a walk through the city. He told himself he was just walking around aimlessly, but his feet were walking a specific route. Taking him to a place he should be swearing off. He can see the neon sign in the corner of his eyes, bright green and screaming at him. Walk past, you should be home by now.

He hesitantly peeks at the sign. If he were to walk in right now, would you be there again? Jisung curses under his breath, shaking the thought from his head. He shouldn’t be thinking such a thing right now. 

She was strange anyway, he thought. Calling him a sweet guy from such a brief exchange. What did she know?

Jisung eventually gives up on his walk, ignoring his brain screaming at him to take a peek inside. When he walks through the door Jiwoo is sitting on the couch, frantically nipping at her nails. She shoots up when she sees him.

“There you are.” She breathes, as if she’d been holding it. She bounds toward him and wraps her arms around his waist, resting her head against his chest before he can even hang his coat up. “I was worried you’d be working overtime tonight.” She chuckles, failing to disguise how nervous she seems. With his features wound tight, he flicks his sleeve away to look at his watch. It’s 9 pm, she should be in her pajamas already and reading a book in bed.

“You waited for me?” He asks, puzzled. Though, he was more fretful than anything. 

“Yeah, I wanted to apologize.” She slowly pulls away, guilt weighing down her cute mousey features. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that.” Her eyes flit up at him before she shuts them with a sigh. “Or woken you up.”

Jisung blinks, realizing she probably saw his dark circles. His fretting got stronger the more she spoke and suddenly he found himself in total panic mode. "Y-you don’t have to worry about that! I’m the asshole. I knew very well you don’t like body fluids.”

“You were asleep, Jisung. How could you have known?” She implores. She was right, it’s not like he forced himself to cum. But that part was only a cover for what he was truly guilty about. If anyone should be apologizing, it should be him. Right as he takes a breath, Jiwoo is sighing and stepping away.

“I’m gonna go get ready for bed now. Oh, and–” Jiwoo spins back around and gives Jisung an emphatic look. “You’re not an asshole, Jisung. You’re sweet. The sweetest guy I’ve met.”

After Jiwoo is closed within the bathroom Jisung feels multiple emotions tugging at his stomach. He should tell her. About everything. How he still isn’t used to their different preferences. His browser history. Going to the club. The dream.

He rushes after Jiwoo, pushing the bathroom door open to see her naked body. She squeaks and covers herself up. “J-Jisung? What…”

When he feels himself start to get hard he immediately shuts the door. He could just relieve himself and try again later. But where? She was in the bathroom. She’d be pissed if he came anywhere else. 

He kneels on his bed with uncertainty before collapsing on his face. He definitely shouldn’t do it here, but he still starts jutting into the mattress. The comforter is wiped clean of her scent so his fantasizing was dulled. But he still humps with fervor, finding something inside him egging him on. He clenches the comforter and lets out a squeezed grunt once the shower comes on. 

Jisung has been a no-good boyfriend. Apparently her friends keep banking on her to be the first to get hitched in her friend group. If only they knew what he was thinking about right now. They’d beg her to break up with him, plead her to stop shopping for rings. Maybe one of them would even speak up about the sneaking suspicions they’ve been harboring this entire time.

“I knew he would do something like that. He looks like the type to have wandering eyes.”

He whimpers, hiking a knee higher to really press his groin against the mattress. “He definitely checks out other women, he probably does it shamelessly too.”

It would be Haseul, he can feel it in the way she looks at him. She knows, she can sense that he’s no good. Jisung unbuttons his jeans to let the tip of his cock peek out from under his underwear. It feels so hot and soft against his stomach that he’s able to ignore his concerns about making Jiwoo upset. He even spits into his hand, a thick glob like he fantasizes about, before smoothing it over his cock head. 

He moves to his knees, gripping his shaft with two hands and fucking into them. With puffs of airy moans, he lets his eyes flutter shut and fantasizes about spraying his cum all over the bed. Oh, Jiwoo would get so upset. She’d call him disgusting and probably kick him out. She’d break up with him because of how bad he is.

He’s so close he can feel the heat swirling in his groin but then the shower shuts off and he hurriedly stuffs himself back in his pants. As he zips and buttons himself back up he can feel that euphoria slipping away, leaving him cold and unsatisfied.

0:00 ───|────── 0:00

You linger outside your door a little longer today. You can hear the tv blaring behind it. Maybe if you come in later than usual you can conjure up some more of his passion. He’s been colder. You’re pushing it.

It was unlike you to be so antsy but the possibility of you getting to him made you open the door. Minho glances up at you, only to look back at the tv like it was nothing.

For the first time in years you felt wary about the shirt you borrowed from your escapades. You stand in the living room, waiting for anything. He could even break up with you and it’d be better than this. Feeling suffocated, you leave to your room. You barely got any sleep at your one night stand’s house. You couldn’t stop thinking about how you’ve entered a new phase. The one where they realize you’re not worth it. That you’re easy with no thrill.

You strip your clothes off and lift your covers, slipping beneath them. You angrily wipe away the tear that slips free as you lay your head on your pillow. This is what you wanted. You were asking for him to stop pretending to care about you. He’s finally done it.

When you wake up it’s dark out. Minho is nowhere to be found. Not in the bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen, or the spot he’s carved out for himself on the couch. 

You wish you could track him down and force him to face you. What would you do then? You’ve tried pissing him off and pushing him until he has no choice but to blow up at you. What if he doesn’t do that anymore.

Your eyes scan the faces of each mid-height male dancing under the dim lights. They’re desperate to find those pouty lips. That annoyed stare that didn’t change the fact that he resembled a rabbit.

Him being here is past wishful thinking. Him being here means he’s decided to meet you at your level. It took a lot of letting him down to get him to even fuck you the way he does now. The day he becomes a degenerate to understand you is decades ahead, if you two make it that far.

You see a pair of glasses that feel familiar. Thinking of the Minho from when you started dating used to be sweet. But seeing those thick rimmed, square glasses make you sick right now. You clench your fists. Being in this atmosphere this long without a drink feels strange, but it doesn’t stop you from making your way over to the guy with the glasses. You shove at his shoulder, forcing his attention on you. 

Jisung stares at you like a deer in the headlights. He wonders if you somehow know about the naughty dreams he had about you, or that he’s happy to see you for the worst reasons. His thoughts won’t shut up. They indulge in the nasty fantasies while simultaneously telling him he’s a monster because of them. 

Jisung wipes his sweaty palms off on his t-shirt, only then do you recognize him. It’s hard to forget someone who wears a t-shirt to a club. The same person you saw nudging their way onto the dance floor seemingly in a trance. You’re still unclear why someone like him stumbled in here, or why he’s back.

“I-I’m sorry, you probably mistook me for someone else.” Jisung distances himself discreetly with a nervous smile.

“I didn’t.” You flash him the same smile you’re sure scared him off last time. You expected him to chase after you, but when you looked back, he was rushing out of the club. You should stay away from people like him. He’s practically trembling. Your eyes drag slowly up and down his frame. “You’re a sweet boy, you shouldn’t get involved with someone like me.” You say as if he told you he was interested. You’re being insanely presumptuous, but you have your reasons.

“I would never. I have… I have a girlfriend.” Jisung announces proudly. At that moment, the both of you come to an understanding. He got a boner when you guys danced together and now he’s unabashedly staring at your cleavage.

And Jisung? He’s aware of how obvious he’s being. The lust is as pleasing as it is painful. He’s drunk on it, eating up the black, strapless bustier hoisting up your tits and miniskirt tempting him to imagine your panties. His current behavior isn’t very sweet of him, you both think.

And it’s exciting all the same.

The lights bathe both of you in shifting hues as you swirl your hips against his groin. Your hand reaches to rest on the back of his neck, pulling him closer until his breath ghosts on your neck. Time is stuck in slow motion as you both relish in the teasing. It’s exhilarating, sending shockwaves through both your veins. 

Jisung’s breath labors more and more the further he gets into his fantasy. He’s already decided that your panties are red and lacy. The straps are thin and sit high on your hips. You have on a matching strapless bra and the cups cut so low that your nipples accidentally pop out when he yanks your top down. His burlish hands grope harshly at them while he bites your neck.

Your filthy moan makes his eyes snap open. His lips are actually on your neck and his hands have moved up from your hips to your breasts. Thankfully he didn’t expose you to the rest of the club, but that’s the least of his concerns. This is it. He can’t go back now. His erection is pressed firmly against you, riding up your skirt, and his hands are squeezing your tits. Jiwoo would be absolutely devastated. Fuck, fuck, fuck, desperation pleads and claws at him. Crippling shame and guilt wrack throughout his body.

This time a filthy noise leaves his mouth as his hips jerk against you. His cock is throbbing and his head is swirling with need. The fantasy has escalated. You’re gagged and bound, writhing underneath him. He grabs a handful of your pussy. He’s ripped from his fantasy once again once he feels lace on his fingers. Your face turns against his, your mouth grazing his cheek as you buck uncontrollably in his grip. Jisung grunts and presses you hard against him. Hot seed spurts up from his tip, soiling his underwear.

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Jisung rushes home and slams the door behind him. He rests against it, steadying himself. His heart feels like it’ll give out. He can’t stop replaying what happened. It makes his knees weak and triggers a deep ache in his pants. It feels so fucking good to think about. It feels so incredibly bad to think about. Jisung collapses to his knees with an anguished sob. 

“I’m so sorry.” He sputters out.

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Your routine was interrupted. You return later that same night to see Minho asleep on the couch. You wonder if he’d feel relieved if he saw you returning home early. 

He shouldn’t.

You’re still thinking about him. You don’t know his name and you’ve never seen anything but an imprint of his dick, but he’s running through your mind. You want fuck him bad. Bad enough that you’re touching yourself in bed. You let out a whine when the memory gets to the part where he runs away. He ran away from you again.

Now you know it’s because of guilt rather than being intimidated. There’s a chance you'll never see him again. It makes you more upset than you care to admit. You know what it feels like when you like someone. You avoid them like the plague and feel like throwing up at the thought of them. They make you imagine a bright future way too early. This is not that, but it’s not like your other one night stands either.

Thinking of him makes you think about the state of you and Minho. You sprawl out in your empty bed after climaxing. The cool parts of the sheets sizzle against your hot skin. You stare blankly out the window, hoping sleep will take pity on you and save you from your thoughts.

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You sit at the edge of your bed for what feels like hours. Today you wish you could get to The Eve early. You’re disgusted with yourself. You want to plan your outfit and pick out something extra special. What the fuck is wrong with you. The door opening almost breaks you free from being locked in place. 

“Were you here all night?” 

You look up at Minho, who’s taken aback by the fear in your eyes.

“Are you okay? Did something happen?” His concern is strong enough to show on his face, but not to come further into the room. You bite your lip and focus back on nothing. 

“Why are you worried about me?” You ask in disappointment. It’s easy to understand why someone on the outside would think it was disappointment in him. It wasn't. 

He leaves after that. Either he asked himself that question and came to his senses, or–

You sigh, shakily standing from the bed. It doesn’t matter.

Later that night, Minho is gone again. Not there to see you dressed up with more intent than usual.

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“What have you been up to lately?”

The question was like a metal pipe crashing into Jisung’s skull. He whips his head around to gape at her. The fear in his eyes catches Jiwoo off guard but she laughs it off.

“I’ve been washing more of your favorite t-shirts lately. I thought you only saved those for special occasions?” She wiggles her eyebrows at him. She’s being cheeky, but the bile climbing up Jisung’s throat doesn’t care about that. He should tell her now before it gets worse. She’s such a wonderful woman that she’d probably forgive him. She’s so perfect, she doesn’t deserve to be treated like this.

Jisung’s cock twitches.

“I’m just trying to do more things that make me happy.” The words fly out of him, not a stutter, wobble, or voice crack in sight.

“D’aw,” Jiwoo pouts, touched as she sets down the dish she was drying to come sit next to him. She wraps her arm around his shoulder and pulls him in before placing a chaste kiss on his lips.

“I’m really happy to hear that!” Her smile slowly fades as worry takes over. “You know, I was worried that you seemed really down lately. I was thinking of canceling on the girls next month…”

“No!” A strange authoritative tone crops up. Jisung gives Jiwoo a firm look. “You’ve been excited about this trip for so long! You should absolutely go. The only reason I may have been down lately is because I’ve been feeling a little suffocated. I decided to try new things around town and it’s been helping.” Jisung turns his body toward her, grabbing both her hands. “Don’t you worry about me, okay?” One could say ‘trying new things around town’ wasn’t a complete lie, but it still worries him that he’s lying to his future wife so easily.  

“Okay… but if you need me to cancel-” Jiwoo attempts to rush out, but Jisung hits her with an even firmer look. 

“Go.” He says simply. With that, Jiwoo is back to beaming. She throws her arms around him and gives him a tight squeeze. Over her shoulder, Jisung’s smile fades.

Later that night, Jisung plants his dirty lips on a sleeping Jiwoo’s cheek before leaving.

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Jisung is anxious as he searches through the club. He doesn’t see you anywhere at the edges of the club. The last place to look is in the middle. Jisung pushes his way through, feeling his body buzz the further in he gets.

In the middle he spots a woman with a low waisted, flowy skirt and bandeau top. When you twirl around, the skirt’s front is revealed to be asymmetrical, almost tattered in appearance with its two high slits. You move closer to him, the hunger in your eyes matching his. You breathe hotly and grab his face. All the pent up passion built up overnight culminates in a sloppy kiss. A kiss that you can barely call a kiss with your tongues laving at each other’s mouths and chins.

Another boundary has been broken. Jisung grunts, grabbing you by the throat and yanking you away from him. The shock in your eyes would give him pause before the kiss. Right now, Jisung’s lust has taken over. You might slap him or tell him off now, and he’ll respect your wishes. But you don’t do anything, other than flashing pleading eyes at him. His nostrils flare as his breathing gets heavier. He leans in and draws your bottom lip back with his teeth. After he releases it he’s leaning by your ear. 

“Open your fucking mouth.” He growls. 

Your mouth lolls open, your eyes begging even more. Jisung spits into your mouth, some of the saliva landing on your chin. You close your mouth, putting on a show of cleaning up your mess with your tongue. Jisung balls the back of your skirt within his fist and pulls you closer. Your tongues are exploring each other’s mouths as Jisung reaches under the front of your skirt. He gasps against your lips when his fingers dip straight into your wet heat. You chuckle before licking a stripe up his cheek. The skirt you’re wearing isn’t short, but the slits in the front are high enough that one bold dance move could show the entire club your cunt. 

Jisung nearly whimpers, steeling himself before plunging two fingers in immediately. You moan loudly, the loud music drowning it out. Jisung keeps you pressed close enough that only someone paying close attention could see you getting your hole fingered. Your head lulls, resting against his chest as you shut your thighs around his hand. Jisung lets go of your skirt to tug at your hair. He yanks your head back. 

“Open them back up. Now.” He spits next to your ear.

You bitch and whine, but you still do it. An intense heat overwhelms his cock. He should fuck you right now. He should tear your skirt off and use the tattered fabric to bind your wrists together while he fucks you right in the middle of all these people. The club goers bump into both of you at all sides. One stumbles backward, propelling you forward and plunging Jisung deeper. Jisung licks his tongue into your open mouth. 

Your tongues tangle together while a droplet of your juices trails down Jisung’s forearm. 

“I’m gonna cum! Choke me!” You plead pathetically. Jisung doesn’t hesitate to oblige, squeezing until your eyes roll back. Jisung finds himself mimicking your pained expression as your cunt spasms around his fingers. He grinds pitifully into nothing, reverting back to his fantasy. Your bandeau is made into a makeshift gag as he fucks you so hard your tits spasm in different directions. Your entire body jiggles from the force. 

The feeling of your hand cupped around his bulge lights up his synapses. He groans, it’s guttural as sperm shoots into his underwear for the second night in a row.

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Jisung watches Jiwoo carefully, who just thanked him for doing laundry more often. Things are better than before, the two of them are more affectionate. She even has sex with him a little more. He doesn’t cum, which she was initially concerned about. He reminded her that this was ideal in their situation, and she felt better instantly.

Jisung realized long ago that missionary did nothing for him. He started to fantasize about you during it, but decided that was somehow crossing the line. Not the countless times now you’ve made him cum in his pants. Not the fact that you and Jisung have your hands down each other’s pants every night now. Not the fact that he now knows a list of what turns you on and has it memorized.

Jiwoo leaves tomorrow.

That fact replays in his mind as he watches Jiwoo maneuver around the kitchen. She catches him staring and smiles. He smiles back. 

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You chuck the bag over the high rim of the dumpster. You feel lighter, and it’s not just because you’re no longer lugging a heavy trash bag of large t-shirts, sweatshirts, and hoodies. 

When you walk back in the house Minho is familiarly pushing you back against the door. His eyes are wild, and you can’t recall a time he’s looked this crazed.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He grits before grinding his jaw. He’s fuming. That in itself scares you a bit, but it’s also that he’s been getting more and more antsy for the past month. 

“I-I don’t…”

“Bullshit.” He spits, making you flinch. He releases his tight grip on your shoulders, sharp eyes still trained on you. “You’re fucking disgusting.” His voice cracks a little. 

You’re not scared he’ll do something to you. Well, not anything abusive anyway. You’re scared because he knows you’re up to no good. You don’t know if he’s narrowed it down exactly, but you know he’s onto you. 

Seeing Jisung is the highlight of your day. Your body ignites in goosebumps as soon as you see him. Something about him, the horrible thing he’s doing, makes you feel even better about yourself than all the years Minho dedicated to fixing you. 

“Fuck you.” He spits before retreating into the bedroom. He’s been spending so much time in there that you took his place on the couch. You sleep there in your day clothes, crying yourself to sleep. 

When you see Jisung that night, you’re more exhausted than usual. He pulls your hair like he usually does, smashing his lips against yours. You don’t love it as much as you usually do. You just want to climb into bed with Minho and hold him. A part of you knows he even wants you to. But you can’t. You don’t deserve it. So you cry as you kiss someone else’s boyfriend.

He laps up the tears and you’re slowly soothed. You’re not sure to what extent, but you’ve come to understand that Jisung is a monster. He frequently brings up how wrong it is that he’s treating his girlfriend like this. His cock throbs when he talks about how he knows she’s planning to propose. He cums after imagining her face if she saw the two of you. 

“So, do you want to come over tomorrow?” He asks with a twinkle in his eye. You were both stood outside of the club. The same day he described in detail his fantasy of his girlfriend forgetting something and coming back only to see her boyfriend balls deep in you, he revealed that she actually is going away. And now he’s making another part of that fantasy a reality. You take a long drag of your cigarette, mascara smudged all around your eyes. You blow, realizing you’re not the least bit repulsed. You feel good.

“Yeah.”

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You linger outside of the bedroom door, hand repeatedly reaching for the knob but deciding against it. Your eyes flutter shut, remembering how warm his embrace used to be. 

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When Jisung opens the door, something feels off. Maybe it’s the lack of loud music and dancing bodies bumping into the both of you, but the hunger isn’t there yet. 

You shuffle inside, annoyed when he whistles and rocks on his feet. 

“D’you want something to drink?” He says, not meeting your eyes. 

“No. Is that the bedroom?”

“Yeah…” He hesitates before he answers and swallows hard after. “Yeah, let’s uh… let’s head inside.” Jisung offers to hang your purse up on the hook by the door, right next to a wooden bat. You do it yourself.

The bedroom is pleasantly designed, it’s clean and organized, and there’s a picture of Jisung and his girlfriend on the nightstand. A part of you was scared he was lying about it, this cements it. He hurries over to lay it down after seeing you stare at it. 

“So um, I have a few things in mind, but we could of course do whatever you want to do.”

So far this is a complete let down. You’ve confirmed that he’s an actual monster, but now you’re not so sure about his dominance. Was it just a fluke while you were at the club? You didn’t come here to be asked how you want be fucked. You sigh, considering going home and crying yourself to sleep again. While looking at the floor you see two feet plant themselves in front of you. 

When you look up at Jisung, you don’t intend for your eyes to be as glassy and pitiful as they are. It’s Jisung’s turn to sigh. 

“You’re just hopeless, aren’t you?” Jisung runs his knuckles down your cheek. The gesture confuses you, but then you notice his eyes. Before you can get excited, his hand is wrapped around your throat. Your eyes flutter shut. “Gonna make me do all the work? Hm? Can’t even fucking talk?”

You’re too busy relishing in the wave of relief crashing over you to realize you’re being disobedient. A slap across your face brings you back to reality. 

“Fucking. Speak.” He demands lowly. 

“N-no, I won’t make you do all the work–”

“Then get your ass on the bed. Hike it in the air.” 

You rush over, kneeling on the bed and pulling your dress off. Jisung comes over and yanks it the rest of the way, impatiently. He grabs your head and shoves it into the mattress before grabbing the rope from the nightstand. He told Jiwoo he wanted to learn sailor knots when she found it. He wasn’t completely lying, which is why he was able to demonstrate some for her.

Even a simple one was enough to convince her, that same knot is enough to restrain you and fulfill one of his biggest fantasies. Jisung unbuckles his belt not only to relieve some of the building pressure, but also to bend it in half. He raises the belt before swinging it down. The leather laps painfully against your ass. Your body jolts and you gasp. The sting doesn’t go away before the next lash. Another and another, Jisung is completely relentless. He stops only to haphazardly free his bottom half. 

You feel the bed dip again behind you, whimpering like a puppy. Then you feel his hard cock against your ass. You chant pleas under your breath, cunt clenching desperately to feel him inside.

“Don’t know how to shut up, huh? That’s okay,” Jisung leans over, grabbing the ball gag from on top of his nightstand. One of the many things he picked up this morning in preparation. He fastens it securely around your head, pulling the ball further into your mouth until you can’t coherently beg anymore. 

“If I were you I would stop that begging. It’ll only take longer for me to fuck you, okay?” Jisung’s voice was laced with sympathy undercut by a sinister undertone. You nod against the bed, trying to quiet your whimpering. 

You yelp as the belt lashes against you again. 

“What the fuck did I say?” He warns in a growl. You panic, silencing yourself immediately.

Swing after swing after swing after swing. Jisung punishes your ass until it’s red hot and tears have thoroughly soaked your cheeks. You gargle softly against the gag. 

“Good girl. Good fucking girl.”

You pant excitedly as he grabs your hips and pulls you closer. 

“If I do this for you, give you what you want, you have to keep it up. No noises while I fuck you open.”

You nod frantically, trembling from the sheer anticipation. His tip prods against your entrance. You knew he’d be the biggest you ever had from the times you jerked him off, but feeling him attempt to push into your hole made your eyes blow wide. You panic again, worried you’re not going to stay quiet. 

Then he shoves his way in. Luckily the force makes you choke on your scream. Your legs shake, fists balling tight. You’re pleased when you hear Jisung’s euphoric moan. He stays submerged inside you, but he’s moaning uncontrollably. 

“F-fuck, I can see your asshole fluttering, baby girl.” Jisung sounds like he might cry. He slaps your ass, this time with his own hand, testing your silence. With that, he starts moving. The pace is already brutal. His rhythmic, chesty moans show just how much this is getting to him. Does his girlfriend fuck him at all? Whatever. She doesn’t deserve this anyway. This is all for you. 

Your feet jerk up from the bed with each punishing thrust. It’s like he can’t help himself, he has to go balls deep every time. Each thrust with your cunt stroking him pulls a different string of moans. You’ve never heard him so vocal, and it’s never been so hard to shut up. He’s milking your pussy so good it’s making you cry. Silent sobs squeeze from your body as his body drapes over yours. He grabs your throat, making it even worse. Your sobs become audible, but he doesn’t even care. You’re both too far gone to care about how loud you’re both being.

His bottom lip drags from your shoulder up to the apex of your neck. He’s croaking out moans right next to your ear and you know he’s gone. You tug at your restraints, wishing you could touch and claw him right now. 

His seed is hot as it spurts into you. The sensation sends your body down, flat to the bed. His hips follow, continuing to buck into you as your orgasm rockets through you. You essence squelches around him until it forces him out, continuing to spray and soil the both of you.

The two of you lie there with loud, hoarse pants for what feels like hours. You expect to turn and see the sun rising. It doesn’t matter because it’s sunny inside your body. The minute Jisung unties you, you’re reaching to hold him close. Your hands travel down his back and over his shoulders like you’d been craving. Somehow the come down is still so euphoric. You both buzz long after you’ve cum.

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It was two years ago that Minho put a code on his phone. He doesn’t use it for anything but checking emails and making calls, so he didn’t worry about most of the traditional phone activities. You never understood why putting a code on his phone was included in that, and you warned him multiple times that he would get his phone stolen. You knew that a code wouldn’t keep someone from getting in if they really wanted to, but you weren’t saying it to help him out. Besides, he’d just shrug anyway. 

So you went through his phone. 

You guys had a fight, back when they used to be coherent, and then he put a lock on his phone. All that to say, you couldn’t have prepared for Minho’s spotty appearances lately if you wanted to. You were serious about tracking him. The unknown was sure to kill you. Death was the only thing that could come from pain like this. You didn’t actually do it this time, did you?

Was he at someone’s house? Someone who’s been begging him to ditch you and enter a healthier relationship? Who could it be? He doesn’t go to church, his family either lives far away or are constantly going on trips, his friends have essentially rage quit their friendship… who else does that leave?

You wish that meant there was no other way he could’ve connected with someone, but it’s not true. He’s handsome and a great guy. There’s no way no one has approached him in all these years.

Your vision has long blurred, the show on the television becoming blobs of color. You haven’t showered since you’ve been with Jisung. You feel gross but have no desire to move. Whenever you hurt him, it’s intentional. Sometimes you even spend the night alone at a hotel and buy a shirt from the men’s section the next morning, pulling it onto your frame right before you get to the door. Right now, it’s completely subconscious. You’re going to Jisung’s in an hour and it’s the only thing that makes you feel like anything other than death. The warm feeling you get at the idea of being with Jisung doesn’t come from wanting a reaction out of Minho. That brings a dark, gnarling fear out of the depths of your soul.

You don’t like Jisung. You love Minho. That much is apparent when you see Jisung. He doesn’t give you butterflies. You just feel comfort in the way he can still fuck you with traces of his girlfriend everywhere.

Jisung freezes mid-greeting to look at your old clothes. You’re definitely different from your encounters at the club. He noticed you go from dominant and intimidating to submissive very gradually. It hit its peak when you had your arms crossed in his bedroom yesterday, refusing to initiate anything. He chuckles at you which earns him a scowl. He tugs you inside and kicks the door closed, leading you all the way to the shower. He’s back to taking complete control, pulling your dirty clothes off one by one. 

He steps behind you once his clothes are off, smoothing his hands over your now moistened skin. The hot water aids in raising the temperature between the two of you. Jisung finally feels you relax against him. He moves his hand down between your legs. He parts your thighs, letting the water trickle over your mound. His cock gets hard fast when he’s with you. You feel his shaft rest rigidly in between your cheeks as he lathers soap all over your body.

To your disappointment, he doesn’t fuck you in the shower. He simply rubs your body everywhere but where you need him. He steps out the minute all the suds have been rinsed off your skin. He tepidly dries himself off, tossing the towel over his shoulder. You watch him clean his glasses before putting them back on, only for them to fog right back up. He looks over at you questioningly. 

For a moment, with his eyes obscured, you can transplant the image of a younger Minho onto him. Your mind starts to wander to an alternate reality where Minho knew you were a lost cause right off the bat. How different would your dynamic be? Would there be one at all?

“You should’ve been on the bed by now. Hurry up and dry off.” Jisung’s voice and expression ooze with disappointment that makes your core hum. You dumbly turn off the water while keeping your eyes trained on his naked figure. This is your first time seeing him completely bare. You almost saw it yesterday, as he took a shower right after you chickened out of staying any longer.

When you climb onto the bed you hike your ass in the air again. His hand thundering down on your ass makes you jolt. “Not today.” He grunts as he lies down on his back. He rests his hands behind his head. 

“You were a fucking brat yesterday. Immediately putting me to work and then not staying quiet. Did you think I missed that at the end?” Jisung raises his eyebrows, scolding you both with his words and his eyes. You wish you could put the Jisung you first met and this one side by side. He is totally relaxed while easily maintaining control.

“Straddle me, and hold your arms together behind your back. You’re putting in work today.”

You bit your lip to stifle the whine threatening to get you punished. This is a pillow princess’ worst nightmare. Your eyes unwittingly move to his cock which is so hard gravity is failing to lay it flat on his stomach. Your fleeting thought to disobey just to get more effort and attention from him disappears. 

So you clasp both your wrists and slip onto his cock. You didn’t realize how wet you were until his head slid past your entrance. His cock feels so hot and so does his skin when your calves graze his thighs. It’s electrifying yet inviting. You get the urge to lean against his chest but he’d probably pull out, and that would annoy you enough to make you cry. 

And so you bounce, letting him see the front of you fully nude in all its glory. How your tits bounce and hips swing. He grabs your hips but not to guide you, to dig his fingers into flesh. 

This, you figure, is one of his favorite positions. You figure because it’s the first time he’s cum twice for you. That, and it’s the only position he repeated. For the next two weeks, he has bounced you on his cock while standing up with your legs tightly secured around him, had you flat on your back with your legs in the air on his dining room table, had you halfway off the couch while straddling him again, and so on. He always shows you a picture or a video once you get to the area of his choice. His calm dominance melts away just for a moment as he excitedly presents it to you. Him baring his deep passion to fuck you strangely doesn’t push you away. You find yourself squeezing your thighs, wide eyes matching his as he shows you the position.

The two of you have gone from barely speaking outside of sex to making out as soon as he opens the door. You both giggle like schoolkids in anticipation. You both joke through a blur of lips and teeth.

But that excitement and glee fades as soon as you’re back in your dreary apartment. The escalation of childlike joy when you’re at Jisung’s directly translates to escalated sorrow when you’re back at yours. 

You only catch glimpses of the back of Minho these days, either retreating to the bedroom or out of the apartment. You have the urge to sleep over Jisung’s for the rest of the time Jiwoo is gone. That somehow feels like crossing a line that’s comically insignificant at this point. You know Jisung would understand what you mean. That night you took a shower at his place, he washed your clothes for you.

“You could stay until they’re done.” Jisung suggests after some tense silence.

“No, I should go.” You shoot it down immediately. The option has always been unspoken but ever present. To stay a little longer, watch a movie, drink some water, maybe actually cuddle. Not like what you did the first night, where you ran out of there as soon as you realized you were caressing someone else.

“In what clothes?” Jisung chuckles. You glare at him again. You hate when he does that. Well, you did, until you realized you’re both horrible enough to have fun while being unfaithful. 

“Can’t I just borrow some of hers? I’ll wash those and-”

“No.”

Just then, the Jisung from the first time you met him was back. He wouldn’t meet your eyes, but you could see the raging conflict behind them. So you left with some of his clothes instead.

You told him you were in a relationship, but not much else about it. Since then there was a mutual understanding of each other. It made your tension trickle away wrapped in his arms. You were able to at least disassociate so the depth of the pain became less apparent.

Then Jiwoo would call.

Jisung was sickeningly sweet over the phone. You laughed to yourself while listening to his overexaggerated joy when speaking with her. The humor rotted away when catching glimpses of her voice. She's elated to speak with her boyfriend. She can't sleep without him. There's no way they're not getting married soon.

In the corner of his bedroom the space grows vast, Jisung suddenly on the other side of a treacherous fissure.

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You enter the apartment as soon as Minho leaves his room. He stares at you, clearly shocked. He probably expected to be gone before you came home, so you wouldn’t see him dressed up with his hair styled and your favorite cologne on. It’s been a long two weeks, so the stinging in your eyes turns into tears fast. He pushes past you and leaves the apartment, leaving you to collapse to the ground. The pain is immediate because the denial has shriveled up. You’re being forced to accept that it’s happening. Anger swiftly takes hold as you’re reminded of one hard to swallow truth. 

You stand up and grab the lamp beside the entrance. You shove it to the ground, the delicate glass covering shattering before the bulb does the same. You send the potted plant into the tv, throw a stack of plates onto the floor. Once your energy is spent, the fact is still there.

You have no right to be upset.

You throw a tantrum and break things because you made your own bed, but you have no right to do that either.

You deserve this.

You deserve him bringing a new girl home and fucking her loudly in the bed you used to share. You deserve him coming home every day and telling you what a worthless piece of shit you are. You deserve him introducing you to the girlfriend he’s been hiding from you and shoving his tongue down her throat right in front of you.

You deserve him giving up on you and admitting you were never fixable to begin with.

Your stomach caves from the sheer force of your sobs. Your body contorts, tangling within your bed sheets and kicking the cover off. You force yourself to imagine all these things he deserves to do to you even though it feels like it’s setting you on fire. You cry and cry until your body feels hollow and you stare numbly at the wall.

The sun rises.

0:00 ───|────── 0:00

Your ears pick up each sound but it’s muffled. The sound of the door opening. The sound of his boots crunching against glass. The sound of him crying. The sound of him leaving. 

The sun sets. It’s time to see Jisung. 

Your body wobbles as you sit up. Your body feels like a ton of bricks. You rush to the bathroom, finally emptying your bladder. You’re going to his house with the same clothes from the day prior again.

He opens the door, chuckling just like the last time you did this. “No work today?”

You’re not in a laughing mood, though. You thought things would be like they had been. You’d be depressed while you were home and cheerful at Jisung’s place. But no, the tears break free and stream down your face. Jisung pulls you into the house, asks if you’re okay. He shouldn’t. People like you don’t deserve sympathy. You grit your teeth, grabbing his jaw and pulling him forward. He stiffly places his hands on your waist, hesitantly accepting the kiss.

You cup his cock, making him moan and grant your tongue entrance to his mouth. You push him toward the couch until he flops down onto it, looking at you in bewilderment. 

“Can you tell me what’s wrong?” He asks just before you devour him again. You guide his hands to your breasts, whimpering when he pinches your nipples. 

“Fuck me.” You plead, voice weak and eyes glassy. Your eyes don’t plead him like they usually do. You’re deeply hurt, your lip trembling and shattering his heart. 

“Babe c’mon, let’s stop–” Jisung reaches up to caress your face, laughing awkwardly.

“Don’t call me that.” Your tone is venomous as you swat his hands away. Jisung is taken aback. Not because of your tone, but because he hadn’t realized he called you that.

Exasperated, you huff and reach for his dick. Once it’s free, you’re awkwardly shimmying off Jisung’s basketball shorts. Jisung is finding it difficult to find the words he’s looking for. It’s too late anyway, you’re sinking down onto his cock. Sex with you is like a defibrillator. It jolts life back into him, no matter how much the guilt is getting to him. It lets him set aside his worries for now to just focus on how wet and tight you are around him. The constant access to you is dizzying. Just when he’s coming down from his high, you’re back with another dose.

Without Jisung’s strict rules or constant orders you’re able to think. It’s horrible.

“Fucking choke me– ngh! Yell at me!” You grit out.

With this Jisung is back to reality with you. He stammers, your eyes and your words conflict each other.  He considers it, playing along while his heart’s not in it. The sex is going to be subpar today clearly, so it doesn’t matter what he does next.

“Jiwoo called me earlier today.”

You’re chugging along, hoping this transitions to him hissing demands at you. 

“Well, she calls me every day. I used to think it was because she was worried about me. I thought that was the same reason she hugged me so long before she left,” Jisung’s voice is conversational despite the strain your cunt squeezing him is giving it. His eyes are fussing with a conflict again. You stop, in exasperated shock that he’s opening up about this right now.

“She even gave me this look before she went out the door. So I kept telling her every time she called that I was okay and that she should have fun. That she didn’t have to call me every day. But today…” Jisung feels his heart clench as he recalls her words.

“Things are going really great recently, aren’t they?” She laughed, it sounded so sweet. Jisung could hear the commotion of activities more fun than being on the phone in the background. “Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that I think about you so much that it's hard to have fun while I’m here. I miss you so, so much… and I realize now that I don’t like being without you.” She laughed again, but this time Jisung could tell she was crying. “I kinda wanna come home?” 

She was asking him.

“W-what did you say?” You swallow hard, trying to hide the horror in your eyes. Would he really tell her to come home? Is she about to walk through the door and fulfill his fantasy? Your stomach drops as you glance over your shoulder.

“I said no.” Jisung says quietly. You turn back to see his bitter smile. “I stayed on the phone with her for hours to soothe her and convince her to stay.” Jisung huffs, attempting to blink away his tears and failing. His head droops, hiding from you. He hiccups, “She was so happy with me after I did that. She-”

You cradle his face, slowly lifting it to face you. Jisung looks upset at this, shoulders bouncing as he begins to cry harder. You try to wipe away his tears with your thumbs, shaking your head when they quickly get replaced.

“It’s better this way.” You say weakly. 

“What?” The frustration leaks through Jisung’s anguish. He tries to shake away your hands but you grab him more securely and force him to look in your eyes.

“You don’t want her to know how awful you truly are.” 

Seeing the pain intensify in your eyes, Jisung stills. Knowing he understands now, your hands drop from his face. Suddenly, you feel more alone than you have in weeks. You start to get up but Jisung’s hands caress your face now. A tear hangs on your eyelash as you gaze wearily at him. You wish he’d just let you go. At least rotting in your bed, you’d be faced with one facet of pain. Staying here with him is like watching the last bit of color drain from the world.

He's not sure exactly what happens when you walk out that door. What he does know is you come back weaker than before. He sees the dread in your eyes at going back.

“Stay here.”

“No–”

“Stay.”

You stare at him, wondering if he’s just saying this because you’re the only one he can engage in this kink with. Then he kisses you. He inhales deeply as he threads his fingers through your hair. He captures your lips, detaches to breathe and captures them again. The lack of tongue or teeth feels foreign. You can’t remember the last time Minho kissed you like this. It’s only been drunk and sloppy, rough out of anger, or awkward in pursuit of keeping your trash-fire relationship a secret. 

The only thing close to Jisung’s trembling lips against yours was when Minho first found out you fucked someone else. He pleaded with you to tell him it didn’t mean anything, to tell him that you still loved him. His lips then were frantic, refusing to let you slip away with his hands caging you in. If only you did slip away back then. His life would be better now.

But Jisung is steady. The underlying shame and regret don’t dull the passion flowing from his lips. His hands feel like they're caging you. Begging you to just stay.

Another boundary has been crossed. The final one. There was no redemption to be desperately dug up to salvage your souls as you kiss each other like the world might tip off its axis if you stop. The two of you only break apart to moan as you ride him. Your hips grind against his lap, his dick as far in as it can go. You moan into each other’s mouth as Jisung’s climax brings you closer to yours.

And yours comes and goes. Your freshly showered bodies lay as close as you can get in his bed, arms wrapped tightly around each other.

0:00 ───|────── 0:00

You jolt awake multiple times during the night, jolting Jisung awake with you. He just soothes you back to sleep, not asking about your nightmares detailing each scenario you forced yourself to imagine two nights ago.

Jisung leaves early in the morning, whispering to you to lock the door if you leave.

“You can stay, though.”

To your horror, Jisung kisses your cheek. Him falling for you hadn’t crossed your mind. He had always been so sex focused that romance seemed like a distant afterthought. He could have rubbed circles into your back each time you awoke because he was being nice. Your rationalizing is cut short as an even more horrifying thought rears its ugly head.

You wished he had kissed you on the lips.

0:00 ───|────── 0:00

Judging by the mess you left behind, Minho must think you’re on a rage fueled bender right now. He never did check if you were in the room that morning, so maybe he thinks you trashed the apartment, left, and never came back. You know for a fact he’s worried. Very little could stop Minho from worrying about your safety. That’s why even someone like you never played that card to get his attention, and why you’re worried sick. You pace around Jisung’s apartment. Your phone is still at the apartment, shattered from your temper tantrum. He would probably report the incident to the police before he contacted you, but the sight of your phone broken on the floor with you nowhere to be found doesn’t encourage confidence.

The thing is, you can’t go back and face him. Walking in, completely unharmed and freshly showered, with some other man’s clothes on and guilt evident on your face would just cement it for him. All you would do at that point is apologize, and what’s left of his soul would shatter right in front of you. You clamp your hand over your mouth, unable to bear the image of Minho realizing there’s actually someone else. You’re horrible to him, but the only thing he could be sure of is that you only love him. You imagine it’s the only thing keeping him around.

Minho putting together that all these years of pain and suffering and praying you’ll change has culminated in someone else getting the appreciation he deserves could change him forever.

So you lower your hand from the door knob.

0:00 ───|────── 0:00

That night with Jisung was different. You were both so overwrought with guilt that you spent the evening taking turns soothing each other. When you finally had sex, it was more tender than it ever should be. He was hovering over you, looking straight into your eyes and he smoothed his hand over your hair. He peppered soft kisses all over your face. You loved every second of it. You showered together again and cuddled in bed. 

“Minho? Is that his name?” The sound of his name makes you flinch. You move away from Jisung who looks at you in confusion. 

“Don’t say his name!” You shout, stumbling out of bed. He blinks at you as you start to gather your clothes. He follows after you, stammering an apology. 

“Y-you said his name in your sleep yesterday. I’m sorry– I–”

“Just stop!” You’re more panicked than angry, which comes through in your voice. Your voice is loud, so it could be heard through the door. Pounding against the door makes you gasp, you stumble backwards. Jisung catches you, pulling you close.

“Who’s there!” Jisung shouts.

“Open the door!” Minho shrieks, his throat sounds like it’s tearing from the sheer force. Jisung grabs the bat, readying it before swinging the door open. Before he can even threaten him, Minho is pushing past him, eyes frantic as they search for you. When he finds you, you see it. You’re clean, unharmed, wearing nothing but Jisung’s shirt as you hug your body. 

He’s putting the pieces together.

Your mouth feels dry, your tongue feels like it’s swelling. The way Minho’s shoulders slouch makes your chest ache. He shakes his head at you in disbelief. 

“Your purse.” He gestures weakly at the bag sitting on the couch from when you entertained the idea of going home. “The tag is connected to my phone because I knew you’d do this.” Despite being so quiet, his words slash you open. 

“Minho…” Your trembling hands cover your mouth. This is it. This is it.

“Minho I didn’t mean to scare you I swear–”

“You can have the apartment.” The words fight their way from Minho’s mouth, but he’s not able to look at you. 

“Minho?” You try pitifully. Minho just drops his head, lingering for just one more moment before leaving. Jisung is quick to hold you, caress the back of your neck as if to cushion the incoming sobs. But they don’t come. 

0:00 ───|────── 0:00

“For some ungodly reason, he’s going to keep paying your lease.” You gape at the woman. She doesn’t introduce herself, but you know it’s her. The one he wore your favorite cologne for. 

“He told me not to but fuck it– don’t contact him.” She shoves a finger into your face. “Don’t go looking for him, don’t make this any worse than you already have for the past twelve years.” She pauses, waiting for your reaction, seemingly expecting you to explode on her. You nod, finally closing your mouth that had been hung open this entire time. 

“Okay.”

She looks confused before she shakes her head and walks off of Jisung’s porch. 

0:00 ───|────── 0:00

Jisung comes home with Chinese takeout. 

“I’m going to set it on the table.” He says breathlessly as he takes off his coat and hangs it on the coat hanger that his girlfriend undoubtedly picked out. She’ll be back in five days. He’ll erase any signs of you and go back to normal. 

“Are you hungry?” He asks.

“What the fuck are we doing?” You say before you can stop yourself. It’s quiet for a moment, and you refuse to turn around and see his face. 

“What?”

“Why would I sit at that table and eat with you?” You stand up, finally turning around once the emotions stirring inside you are potent enough. You interrupt him before he can answer.

“Your loving girlfriend is going to come home soon.”

“That doesn’t change anything. I mean, we can still meet at your place–”

“She’s going to propose to you, Jisung.” He freezes for a moment, but you can tell by his face that he still doesn’t get it. 

“Do you seriously think she’ll never be suspicious? That she won’t wake up one night and realize you’re not there? Then she’ll pretend she’s asleep and hear you walk out. Then she’ll be more aware of the clues. You smell like perfume that’s not hers, there was a small amount of lipstick smudged on your collar, you’re sexually satisfied all of a sudden,”

Jisung swallows, “Then we’ll be careful.”

“Are you seriously willing to risk your relationship?” You ask, a nasty hint of amusement in the way you raise one brow at him. He closes his mouth.

You laugh loudly, the laughter spiraling out of control before you finally catch your breath.

“I fucking knew it.” Your expression sours, settling into a bitter one as you yank your purse off the hook.

“Don’t leave…”

“I don’t give a fuck about you. Don’t waste your time on someone who wouldn’t care if you died. Focus on your fucking fiancée.” You look back slightly before slamming the door behind you. 

Jisung wasn’t sure why he felt a bit panicked. His heartbeat accelerated as he stabilized himself against the counter. The slam of the door echoed in his head over and over until Jiwoo was kneeling in front of him, surrounded by all their friends and family. Everyone swooned, there were tears in Jiwoo’s eyes and all her friends' eyes. 

“Han Jisung, will you marry me?”

Jisung looked around frantically, feeling like the world was spinning. Only then did he realize why he was immediately panicked by you leaving. It was solidified by the fact that he couldn’t get in contact with you. He never did get your address, and you either never got another phone or changed your number.

Jisung’s breaths felt like they couldn’t break free. 

He was suffocating.

“Yes.”

-> end of act i

skz masterlist

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[alannybunnue]

Ok, Imagine: Muzan Kibutsuji with a Wife

Don't question it, ya'll asked for this

But i doubt you imagine something like this...Anyway, enjoy my nonsense :3

[THERE MIGHT BE TRIGGERS WARNINGS, SO BEWARE]

The Demon Queen

= The Backstory =

(I get it, the title is not original, but it makes more sense than anything)

So Muzan is a arrogant little shit and everyone knows it.

But imagine him being married to a unbreakable sunshine

So everything began 1000 years before the main events, in the Heian Era, when Muzan was still a human.

Political marriages were pretty common back then, so you may be asking "Who in their sane minds would marry their daughter to a man on the brink of death?!" Well, our dear reader's shitty parents :3 (Which technically...her mother is me 0-0)

It obviously wasn't a very enjoyable marriage, especially with Muzan's depressing and negative personality, but his wife never change her demeanor, it didn't matter how many times he would cuss at her, she remained at his side everytime with kind smile on her face.

Muzan honestly saw her as a stupid woman who settled down for a impossible dream (Which was them living a normal married life)

So in his mind, he couldn't understand what made her stay with him day and night, waiting for the moment he somehow would be cured from his disease.

She even kept her mouth shut when he killed that Doctor :|

...But then he began to change

And it wasn't impossible to notice, he seemed more energetic, didn't stayed in bed all day like before.

However, he no longer stayed away for shades, his poor wife only found Muzan where the Sun couldn't touch him.

Which made her confused to the extreme, and the poor thing couldn't handle curiosity for long, even if her bitch of a husband wouldn't say a thing...until that one night.

At first, Muzan was going to kill her, at least he was, until she saw him walking towards her normally and became extremely emotional, and went up to her husband and hugged like her life depended on it. (No, she didn't notice the bodies nor the blood)

And as annoying as that would be to the Demon King, he indulged on it for a while, until his brain began to work and he remembered all the times this woman stayed by his side when he was at his worse.

So he transformed her :)

= Muzan as a Yandere + Some details =

One thing that must be made clear, is the detail that Muzan is not in love, he sees his darling more of a living possession than someone he is infatuated with. Using her ultimate devotion for his mere benefit.

Of course, the other reason is because he is already used to his wife's shiny personality and having to look for another woman to disguise himself among humans is too much work.

And yes, after some centuries, he begins to feel bothered whenever she isn't around him, or whenever someone else is with close to his wife.

But that isn't love! It's more like if another child stole his favorite toy.

Surely enough, he won't punish the poor woman too much, she is naive, he knows that...so giving her the silent treatment is enough to make the bubbly sweetheart cling onto him for attention. It still annoys him? Yes. But does he also finds it endearing? Also yes.

Now, does she sees his cruelty and lack of empathy? Yes, however, she is now a demon, she lived centuries with her husband telling her not to mind what they do to humans, nowadays she just can only focus on how much she loves him (My child, wtf-)

Now with demons...it's another story, you see, since she was a human, she always wanted children, but considering the man she got married to...yeah, that was impossible :D

So in her mind, the demons are her children, so whenever Muzan is agressive with them...she is really upset (Let's not comment about when he killed the Lower Moons...my baby cried all night) However, she doesn't say anything, because she can't.

Whenever Muzan can't stay with his wife, he only trusts two demons to take care of her properly

Yeah that's right, Mister Six Eyes and Basketball Man, Kokushibo and Akaza

Both are the most responsible in the group anyway, so they are more than enough to keep the woman in one place...

...But they don't stop her when she wants to stay with others too, except Akaza when she wants to visit Douma.

And Muzan can't complain much, cuz she is safe and sound when he returns, so why bother? (Or that is what she tells him, so he won't lash out on her kids •-•)

So in resume, Muzan is a bitch to everyone but his sunshine wife, but he is not in love- Or that is what he tells himself? :)

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A/N: This honestly is kinda funny and cute somehow?? Muzan is one of the characters that i most despise and i still gave him a Wife...and i gave the Demons a Mom. Hope y'all enjoyed

[kanmom51]

JM ‘FACE’ Music Show Promotions Sketch 

cr./to the creators of the media used in this post.

So yeah, yesterday just 4 days before JK's single Seven is about to land, after JK's concept photos and clip were released showing us a clear bias and after the BTS book pages about Jikook's Tokyo trip surfaced, surprisingly (or not so much) this BTB was released.

Cannot help but wonder if this was a scheduled release or one of those pieces of content they had waiting in the vault to release at some point, not necessarily yesterday.

Not that I am complaining that we get more JM content, not at all, it's just the timing that feels a little sus to me is all. You know, with the heavy on Yoonmin and little Jihope we got there.

And again, let me make myself clear here. I'm not complaining us getting the content. Both members did visit JM on set to support him and it's great to see this in the content. It's the timing, the editing and on top of that, what we didn't get in past BTB that has me a little on edge.

So, Suga, as we know, came to visit JM on set.

To support him on his first show.

But this.

What did Yoongi mean by this?

"And to build up a good reputation of us".

It's not about JM's performance, it comes straight after he says the reason he came was it was JM's first performance. This is another reason he came - build up good reputation...?

To show they are supporting each other?

Was this said seriously or jokingly?

I'm still not understanding it.

I do have thoughts as to what he meant by it, and I wouldn't put it by him to mean that too, but still hoping it's not that.

Someone else also knows that, I can assure you. Same someone that found his way, with or without the company's approval (let's be honest here, it's without their approval and his way of kicking back) of supporting and promoting JM as publicly and as loudly as he could.

Same person that made a point to comment and let us know on JM's live after his last performance that he did want to come and see JM while recording.

And then we have this:

Yes, this is me bitching. I decided to get all of the shit out of the way before I get to the positive.

"Suga who knows Jimin better than anyone when it comes to performing"? Really? Pushing the Yoonmin a little much aren't we?

He knows him better than Hobi when it comes to performing?

Actual dance leader.

He knows him better than JK when it comes to performing?

The man that literally said this:

But seriously, this is the person that spent hours on end practicing with JM. The person that seeks him out on stage. The person that knows his every move, knows when he's in pain, knows when he is struggling.

Yeah, no matter which what way you spin it, Yoongi is not the one "who knows Jimin better than anyone when it comes to performing".

Wait, be patient with me. I have one more little thing I have to vent about before moving on.

This:

I can only imagine the talk down his bf gave him at home after this. "We're all grown ups, what are you doing?..."

Just like here:

Start at 0:49 seconds. JK talking about JM's live, not listening to Unholy.

I'm with you on this JK.

The need to apologize or pre-warn fans about a little touchy choreography with a woman, god forbid (oh, and btw, in the Korean side of this choreo the men were not touching JM, cause that's way worse, right?).

This is something I would love JM to get over, grow out of, but to tell you the truth, not holding my breath.

Ok, now that all my complaining is done with, let's move on to the fun part.

Now is the time to appreciate the 2 hyungs who came to support him. Yoongi for his first recording and Hobi for the last show.

Hobi's letter. That man is the sweetest man ever. I love him so much and miss him terribly. Can't even imagine how much JM and JK are missing him (I'm gonna add Tae here too, their bond is really underestimated).

And JM's reaction to it all. Priceless. Man cannot allow himself to get emotional on camera. The level of deflecting going on, lol.

We don't see too much of the work process but it's clear that JM pushes himself, most likely too hard (time to mention once again the time restraints that had him over exerting himself). And by the end of it you can see that his chronic pain is playing up, with the visible taping on his arm and shoulder.

I actually think it was way worse. He was REALLY suffering.

Do you notice what he's doing there with his left arm?

😭😭

The level of dedication and work ethic...

Man is absolutely stunning.

And an angel to top it off.

I truly love this young man.

Whoever gets to be with him has won the lottery.

Oh wait, we already have a lottery winner.

[iwakuraz]

hello can i ask you about your ocs? your art of them is so cool, i’d love to know more about them

:0 YES!!!! THANK U SM thats so nice of you!!! going on a rant under the cut hehe. hope u do not mind that super bad at explaining so its all just me saying random stuff ajshdj. sorry about that

SO STARTING WITH THESE TWO

the one with buns is called rue and shes an oc I've had since like 2020 ,, shes kinda rude and mean but shes also pretty gay w/ the other character next to her. I think I'm gonna call the other girl paige? but I haven't reallyyyy decided on a name yet! one thing about me is that I'm pretty bad at naming characters. I named her after this one old art website I used as a kid though, the website was called 'paigeeworld'. dunno how many people remember paigeeworld but I do. and paige is def the kinda person to go on art websites like paigeeworld and deviantart. so thats why I'm thinking of using that name. also I named rue after the flower rue

I have a story for them vaguely planned out in my head but I need to flesh it out more. I have the ending planned out but uh. the other parts of the story? yeah. I only have those vaguely decided. they're pretty fucked up tho and .yeah . they make eachother worse probably.

rues birthday is 18th august, paiges birthday is 6th of june. these dates do mean something! paiges birthday is the same day that paigeeworld originally announced their closure (I think?) but rues birthday is something a bit more personal 2 me. their story isn't really connected with any of my other ocs, they're sorta just chilling. I started making a fun silly comic thing with them a bit ago but have barely gotten anything done with that cause school. :[

in my head, paige sorta reminds me of the stummy book song 'we all fall down'. thats why I gave her a cup. bc haha get it...... we're all just drinking out of cups waiting for the day when we can't get enough,,, I think her character item is gonna be a cup. always has a cup of like milkshake or something. yum I love milkshake. a song that I associate with rue is 'please tell me mr wonder' by siinamota. and rues character items is her plush of a bear and a bunny! her plushies are alive btw and talk to her sometimes. but I should probably draw her with her plushies more because right now I only have a slightly old animation of her with them. blehhh

there is another oc who is relevant to these two, her name is rini. but I haven't done a proper drawing of her in a while,, I have a drawing of her from 2022 and I am not showing that. rini is in the same class as paige and rue tho. shes the class representative

next here is dot. shes the mascot of my neocities site but I like her quite a lot :] shes a pretty big nerd I think. nerd bunny. her main source of literature consumption is reading old instruction manuals on how to use windows 98.

OKAY NOW TALKIGN ABOUT VIN MY FRIEND VIN!!!! definitely the oc I've posted about the most. full name is vincent but you can call him vin for short, or vinny for medium. I named him after the car seat headrest song vincent. his favourite food is salt packets (the type you get in restaurants) and his favourite beverage is vinegar. VINegar. I like him a Lot and hes basicallyyy my fursona :3 hes a lonely sad teenage cat and I love him so much!!! he doesn't talk a lot, but I think he communicates through likee his tamagotchi or something. again this is another character I have a story planned out for vaguely but I should flesh him out a lot more. I think right now I'm more just using him to represent myself. just know he is very very special to me -w-

AND. do u see the cat on the left. I think I will name them pepper. they're meant to contrast with vin, I think they're rlly energetic and fun and yeah!!!! :3c <- basically they are that emoticon! been trying to think of a name for pepper forever. I'm thinking maybe the name pepper will work. like yeah sure. I don't think they'd enjoy spicy food so they wouldn't like peppers. thats why I think pepper is the perfect name for them. peppers favourite food is probably dip dab? or whatever those things are called? yknow those weird lollipops you can get that come in a packet full of these weird powder thing and you're meant to dip the lolly into the powder? thats what pepper would eat

this is (tama)rini!!!! tamarini. basically the bunny version of the rini oc I mentioned earlier and then said nothing about! they collect tamagotchis and are very very very normal about tamagotchi. she looks sorta similar to dot, but thats not intentional. I just like the colour purple and I also like bunnies.

there are SOME others but these are my favourite ocs right now. holds them in my hands and shakes them.

[shadowcatzone]

okay so we've talked about bio!xingyue child before. You have to imagine this:

Imagine Dan feng and Yingxing hovering (figuratively) around the egg. "It could hatch any minute now!" They'll say. They've been saying that for weeks. Ever since the egg came into existence. They're not letting anyone into the house anymore (a small house they bought close to Dan fengs estate (would you trust the preceptors with an egg??)) And absolutely 0 work is getting done. Unlike in the beginning, they now stare at the egg all day (figuratively), what can you do.

Then one day the egg cracks. More and more. Until a piece of eggshell falls out. You know the old men are losing their minds at this point. From within the egg, they can hear a mix between chirping and crying. They help the child out of the egg. It's a newborn! With vidyadhara ears and a short tail (about as long as a newborn baby -short) and tiny tiny nubs on their head. Their eyes are closed still. A bath and a clothing session later, the child is lying in a wicker basket, Yingxing in the kitchen, Dan feng watching over their kid.

He pokes their cheek after yingxing brought tea for the two. The baby is not amused. Though their tiny hand wraps around Dan fengs finger and something changes. A strange feeling the high elder never had before. Yingxing needs to do a double take as the first tear rolls off Dan fengs cheek, it crystallizes before dropping on the tiny blanket. "Love, is everything alright??" "No... they're so beautiful... i'm- i can't..." there's now exactly one(1) thing the high elder loves more than Yingxing. Yingxing doesn't mind, and moves over to- maybe console his husband??

They spent three days in complete seclusion. So much so that the remaining hcq wonders if they "left" (nonono, not on this post, haha) before eventually returning to (semi-)normal life with a nonchalant "oh, yeah, by the way, the baby hatched three days ago." "WDYM THREE DAYS AGO!??" auntie baiheng is the most disappointed that they didn't tell her immediately. But they're all very pleased to find out that the baby has heterochromatic eyes and therefore both of their parents eye colors.

Dan feng is literally the worse parent because it's his child (only secondary yingxings) and he will spoil them way too much. "I'm their parent too, and i think you should-" "excuse me, did you lay the egg??" Usually the end of all arguments from that point onward. ("You can't always work-" "did you lay an egg?" "WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING??" "DID YOU OR DID YOU NOT?)

Ahem.

They do feed them every 4-6 hours, but their child isn't particularly vocal about food (unless they wait the full 6 hours, which is when the baby starts babbling (upsetly) but not crying or screaming just yet.

Dan feng loves this child so much. Until it gets disgusting. They were already chewing on his fingers (without teeth) whenever they could. One time they gripped into the tip of Dan fengs tail and- well, Yingxing had to not only console a very upset toddler, but also a very upset high elder. They did rip out a chunk of hair(fur? Feather?) From his tail as their prize. But as soon as they start crawling, they put everything into their mouth.

Truly terrible times come upon them when their child's horns break through, closely followed by their teeth. There is no sleep on the luofu. Never has been, never will be, ever again. This is when they decide to care for the baby in shifts. But they still love their child, of course. They just wish it was not in pain and maybe a little bit quieter.

_____

1.i love that we all simultaneously agree that dan feng can't cook. He's the high elder, what use is cooking to him (hahahahahah)

2.sometimes you find something so beautiful that your brain just. Melts for a minute. Specifically when babies are involved-

3.this was only supposed to be the reaction of dan feng upon interacting with his child for the first time. Consider the rest bonus material.

[hazel-of-sodor]

Something Holy This Way Comes

Ch.14 The Works

Other Stories

Other Chapters

With six engines in the works, it was very crowded, and the other engines were forced to wait outside as the three engines were looked over. Seren and 590 were content to watch the sudden drama unfold from where they were being worked on as Blaidd was reunited with her old fleetmate. After she got over the shock of Hegni's unexpected return, Blaidd was quickly back to her normal self, making snarky remarks about the railway falling to chaos the moment she was gone, but no one minded as Hegni's quiet laughter filled the works.

Screech and Cassandra were found to be in good shape mechanically, just in need of rest after the last twenty four hours. Hegni was in worse shape, Miss Morgan's pacing growing more and more frustrated as more issues were found. The engine's motion and cylinders were gone, her wheels were rusted to the point replacing them outright was being considered, and her cab fittings were missing. It would be months, if not a year before she could be repaired.

Miss Morgan's eyes narrowed as she was told the results, " Hegni, how did you end up abandoned in the Lloergan scrapyard when I was told you had been scrapped days after leaving here."

The goods engine blinked tiredly, "I was brought on an abandoned line to LLanw  from Glain a few years later. I don't know how much later though...I had already been sitting in the other yard so long I lost count of the days."

Avon wrinkled her nose in confusion, "why would they move you to an abandoned scrapyard?"

"Leverage." Cassandra said solemnly. "A hidden ace up their sleeve if they ever needed it."

Miss Morgan's eyes narrowed, "you think they planned to use her against me."

"It makes sense," Freda said, "if they ever needed to control you they could threaten to scrap her."

"Why haven't they tried then?" Enid asked, her nose scrunched in confusion.

"They never had to." Abbey said quietly, "not until Screech arrived."

Miss Morgan nodded slowly, "before her arrival, we were barely hanging on, one breakdown away from the railway closing."

"They believed we were doomed either way."

"Yes." The controller leaned against Abbey's running board, "and now they're desperately trying to figure out what has changed."

"And they're too busy with the North Western at the moment to give your railway their full attention." Cassandra explained, "due to the books the NWR is in the public eye, and they can't afford to lose control."

"That won't last forever," Gywn cautioned. "Soon or later, they will focus on us. We have to be ready for them."

Miss Morgan frowned, "with Hegni's recovery all our engines are accounted for... I saw what was left of Saint David's frames myself," she said, her voice pained.

"That leaves closing the line to Harlech." Abbey reasoned. "They will close the line the first chance they get."

"But not while attention is on you." Cassandra reassured, "they'll wait until my visit is forgotten."

The Uman and Din's chief mechanical engineer, Miss Osian stepped down from Hegni's footplate. She was tall and broadly built, with musculature to match. It was rumored that she had rerailed Avon by hand when she had derailed in the yard shortly after the line's reopening. She had arrived in Uman shortly after the late Mr. Morgan had fallen ill with the mysterious illness that had taken his life, introduced as an old friend of Mr. Morgan's, and she had basically run the line until Mr. Morgan's funeral. After Miss Morgan had returned to run the railway, Miss Osian had applied to become the lines chief mechanical engineer, saying, "Old Bethan would have never forgiven me if I left you to bear this alone."

Ever since she had managed the line's works, living quietly with Miss Morgan. 

"Hegni is nearly worn through in some places," she said gruffly, "she won't be steamable till winter at the earliest, and that's if we don't find anything else wrong with her." The woman patted the 0-8-0's running board gently.

"Well at least you have an engine once she's repaired?" Ceri offered,Tyto nodding agreement.

"A fine one at that," the CME agreed, "we just have to make it until then.

Cassandra winced as she shifted, "Our controller is working on it. I'll have to leave soon enough or the Other Railway will start asking questions."

"We haven't pulled you from your duties as 

Caomhnóir have we?" Una asked in sudden concern.

"These are my duties as Caomhnóir," Cassandra assured the other tank engine, "not only saving, but keeping engines safe, even if Screech is already doing a good job in that role. Besides, my controller thought a few weeks away would help me deal with the stress of the position."

Robert snorted, "and how'd that work out?"

"I tried to stay out of trouble."

"you fought a remnant."

"I had help this time!"

Abbey quickly caught on, "this time?"

Cassandra smiled sheepishly, but Abbey remained unimpressed, "how did you end up fighting a remnant by yourself?"

"Which time?" Robert asked before Cassandra could respond, the tank engine shooting him a betrayed look.

"Well there's hardly anyone else to do it!" She protested, "If I could call for back up then I would."

"Then you will have no problem calling for help from now on," Abbey said firmly.

"Pardon?" Cassandra was clearly confused.

Screech opened an eye to stare at the tank engine, "if you run into such a fight again, Abbey expects you to call for my aid."

She continued before the tank engine could protest, "you said yourself the Uman and Din no longer stands alone. That goes both ways Caomhnóir. I understand you are able to handle yourself, but you are not immortal."

Cassandra stared at Screech for a long moment, considering, "you know I won't call for every single thing that goes wrong."

"We're not asking you to." Abbey agreed, "we trust you to know when to call for help."

Cassandra sighed in defeat, "I am not foolish enough to reject what help I can get." She locked eyes with Screech, "as long as you agree to the same."

"Of course.”

"...Thank you."

[his-tamine]

life update :3 (a little vent-y)

sooo, been over 200 days since the house caught fire and we had to move. obviously, a lot of stuff's been happening. can't go into deep details for fear of someone I don't want to find this, finding this, but I'll say this much: FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've very rarely mentioned family on here (for obvious reasons - this account is NOT made for that lol) but here goes. tw for pretty heavy topics: mentions of abuse, father issues, health issues, transphobia & financial issues. I turned 18 Feb 21st, literally just almost 2 months before the damn house caught fire. Meanwhile, my brother's still a minor. MEANING, I narrowly escaped the custody battle my mom & dad are in. But unfortunately, he's still stuck in the middle of it. :( My pops was not really the nicest person to me when I was a kid -

whooping my ass whenever I did anything wrong, no matter how minor the offense was.

Telling me that he loved God more than he loved me, because "You're God's gift to me. God is the one who gave you to me in the first place," when I was four.

Telling me that if I didn't start being ok with receiving physical affection from family - which he knew made me uncomfortable - I was "going to grow up to be a S3R1AL K1LL3R" (yes he said that.)

Telling me that "God doesn't make mistakes," and that he "made me into a beautiful young woman for a reason" after I came out to him personally at 14 - big mistake 0/10 stars, would never do again. You get the idea. And those are the tame examples I could think of. So, I finally cut him off. As soon as my mom, brother, & I were in our new place, I blocked his number and haven't talked to him since. I was sick of him not respecting my boundaries, and repeatedly demonstrating that he thought of me as nothing more than a possession. Tired of him making me feel crazy all the time too. But now he's fucking with my mom & brother. Intentionally not paying child support till the last minute possible - & then making it in as small of payments at a time as he possibly can (yes he can afford it btw.) Trying to force my brother to go over to his place, even when my brother does NOT want to - which has begun giving my brother psychological issues & issues with school, mirroring the ones I used to struggle with bc of that bastard. My mom is juggling all sorts of things, & I really at least wanna try to help financially by getting a job, but I can't yet because: she says that I'm only 18, & shouldn't have to get a job to help out (I disagree.) I don't have an ID bc she wants me to wait on my legal name change - which costs a pretty decent chunk of change - reason is bc she "wants me to have as easy an early adulthood life as possible" (love her.) AND, I haven't actually graduated - No, I dipped in 11th bc school was hell (not exaggerating,) & instead just decided to pursue a GED, that I haven't been able to work towards bc of the shit show that is life in midwestern america. So I've been very depressed, exhausted, & hopeless. The least I can do is clean up our house while she's at work, & get this - some days I don't even have the physical energy to do THAT! I do not know what the hell is wrong with my body currently, but it absolutely sucks. & I'm really tired of just taking up space all the time. She's dealing with health issues too, & I'm always worried ab her. Idk what the hell to do, but something's gotta give. Everybody needs a fucking break. I keep trying to shoo away all the dark thoughts, push myself as often as possible, & keep my fingers crossed, but jfc... Sorry just needed to yell into the void for a sec. I'll live, I'm sure - I've survived worse. Sometimes things just suck. But I like to think that someday they won't. :,)

[graces-mindscape]

UnderInfection Prologue Ch. 2; The Cave pt 1

"It's ok!" he called back, "I'm alright!"

Conner stood up and brushed himself off, quickly running a hand through his long, chocolate-colored hair. Having just fallen about nine or ten feet, he was lucky to have slid on some dirt that helped cushion his fall. Verdana leaned over the edge, looking down at him. Just as she was about to say something, she let out a yip as the ground caved under her, causing her to fall in with him, and land right on her pelvis.

"Ow! My coccyx." she exclaimed rubbing her back.

"Are all skeletons that specific?" Conner laughed as he helped her up.

"It's not that weird" she said taking his hand and dusting off her shirt, "it's like when a human says "ouch! My back' or whatever you all say."

"Like when you hit your hand and go 'oww my calves!'" Conner said jokingly, pretending to hurt his hand, giving the wrong term on purpose.

Verdana giggled. "Yeah!"

Conner rolled his eyes with a smirk, clearly she didn't get the joke.

"Nnnrg, where are we?' Verdana rubbed her skull a bit as she looked around the hole. It seemed way to deep to crawl out of, and to make matters worse the "walls" seemed to be loose dirt and sand, making any attempt out impossible.

"Not sure" Conner responded, also looking around. Suddenly, his gaze landed on a strange plant up against one of the newly formed walls. The plant seemed just about half his size when he walked up to it. "Woaaahhhh, check this out!" he kneeled beside the plant to examine it. It was bulbous in shape and came up to a point near the top; what made Conner even more interested were the colors. The plant was grey, at least at its base. It had pitch black splotches and red speckles all over it with a black tip and red leaves to match.

"Wow, look at this thing!" he exclaimed, grabbing a stick.

"Conner? Do you really think you should be-" before Verdana could finish her sentence, Conner poked the plant with the branch he found. Almost immediately, the plant shot out a large cloud of spores. Conner tried his best to cover his face with his elbow, but not before breathing in some of the fumes. He coughed as he fanned the spores away.

"See? I knew you shouldn't have messed with it!" Verdana exclaimed with a worried tone.

"Hey don't worry, I'm ok." Conner grinned as the cloud subsided, sounding a little breathy. As he began to stand up, he felt a sudden wave of dizziness come over him causing him to stumble back a bit. He of course caught himself, but he decided he wouldn't tell Verdana. The last thing he wanted was her freaking out about him.

"How are we going to get out of here?" Verdana moaned

"Can't skeletons teleport?" Conner asked.

"Well yeah, but I haven't gotten much of a handle on it yet. It takes a lot of my magic and I can only do it about twice a day"

Conner groaned at the fact. He decided to look around one more time.

"Look! Over there!" he pointed to what seemed to be some sort of cave opening near where the plant was. "Looks like some kind of opening, it could be a way out!"

"Are you sure Conner? What if it only leads deeper into the mountain..." Verdana looked at the cave anxiously.

"Hey, it's ok. Besides, if it doesn't go anywhere, we can just come back and wait until your magic comes back, right?" he shot her a confident, reassuring smile.

She looked at the cave, still nervous, then looked at him,eventually returning the smile.

"Alright... let's go!"

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Read the beginning here

Soooooo it's been awhile! I've honestly been putting off posting the next segment because I told myself I was going to draw panels for it, buuuuuut I'm a lot better at writing than drawing comics so the entire time I was just too intimidated and demotivated so I never posted despite having it already written.

So! I'm going to post it anyway, but this time in two segments! I'll post the next part next week and trust me, that's when things start to really get interesting. 0-0

Stay tuned and enjoy!

Underinfection by me ^^

[redrawthecolorlessworld]

AleMantis AU where they deadass swap personalities I guess

fuck my life

also that stupid chin lift will haunt them both forever. it is like a canon event to them. it is like a traumatizing event to them. it has to be mentioned at every opportunity where they are together or else that won't be alemantis.

———

"Y'know, if I'm gonna have to be honest—both of them are weird."

Pupa's comment managed to make Pamolia raise an eyebrow at him. The two are seated in the living room, enjoying some nice hot chocolate. Pamolia decided to bring up the topic of Aleph—her math teacher—and Mantis—Pupa's supposed "old friend".

The butterfly duo has taken a notice to Mantis' undying feelings for Pupa, and at the same time, they also took notice of Aleph's sudden interest in Pupa.

"It's just...kinda odd to have two people fawning over you, I guess?" He added, before taking another sip of his hot chocolate. "And do you consider the feelings...mutual?" Pamolia asked. Pupa sighed.

"I don't know just yet. Just let time tell."

———

"Do you know who's the current leader of Modelista?"

"Sir Lario!"

"Is Aleph-0 really my name?"

"No, that zero is definitely added on for taste."

"Hah! My~ You've gotten smarter since the last time I saw you!"

"Shut the hell up!"

A clash between two men—involving questions being asked and answers being spouted out in response. Aleph's basically running out of questions to fool his current opponent. Meanwhile, Mantis stands across from him anxiously, waiting for whatever Aleph throws at him next, whilst fidgeting with his untied...well, tie.

Despite dressing up so messily, he still is someone with manners.

It's so much in contrast to how Aleph seems like the polite one here while still having the personality of a psychopath.

"When are you going to give up, Professor?" Mantis asked, a calm smile finally appearing on his face, replacing whatever annoyed look he was giving Aleph just a few seconds ago. He's calmed down now, and so, he'll face the other man with mere pride. The math teacher groaned, before forcing a grin. "Until I get you."

"Well...that's quite inefficient. I have manners to attend, so I can't be here for too long-" Before Mantis could end his sentence properly, Aleph quickly ran up to him and yanked him by his tie. Now trapped within the teacher's arms, Mantis could only try to force himself off.

"Hey! Get off! Let go of me!" The assassin shouted out in annoyance, trying his best to at least take a quick glance at the teacher. Aleph simply smirks—it's quite entertaining to see Mantis trying to squirm his way out of his grasp like this.

"I'd like to ask you one question—would you mind that, Mr. Assassin?" To that question, Mantis stops moving around, before turning his head slightly to at least glare at the math teacher. "What is it." His words didn't came out like a question, but more like a tired demand for Aleph to get on with it already.

Aleph laughs, before finally saying something. "Who are you to Pupa, exactly? I don't recall you ever knowing or mentioning him in the past, especially during those tutor sessions we had back then." He asks, and Mantis takes the time to arrange a proper answer.

After all, the Pupa he knew back then isn't even named Pupa.

"...An old friend." He then answers, a frown forming on his face afterwards. Aleph coo'ed at that, clearly interested in whatever past the two had together. "Were you both really just friends back then? Or was there something more between you two?" He asks again. Mantis groaned. "You don't need to know."

"Oh? Why so secretive about it? C'mon, c'mon~ Tell me, Mr. Assassin~"

"Just- shut up, you damned idiot...!"

With Aleph's teasing progressively getting worse each second, Mantis suddenly develops an urge to shut him up. But...how?

...

Ah.

He knows now.

Back then, during that one tutor session, Aleph had the audacity to lift up Mantis' chin so that he can focus on Aleph and Aleph only.

He feels like he needs to switch things around here.

"Hey- hey."

"—What?"

"I'm taller than you, haven't you noticed?"

"Oh? Hah, yeah, yeah. I've noticed. But it doesn't affect me whatsoever. Why would you—"

A quick chin lift is all that it took to silence Aleph entirely. He looks up, feeling his face heat up with each passing second. Mantis, on the other hand, is definitely getting more and more embarrassed the more he looks at the math teacher.

"...Uh."

"...Well...? What are you going to do? Um...kiss me?"

"......No......."

...

".....Yes."

———

"Okay. That's fucked up."

Destonio groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose as he quickly stops watching whatever is reflected in the alternate universe screen. It's a feature in his hologram device that allows him to peer into—and even go into—alternate universes within Rhymix's sphere.

Destonio isn't that close with both Mantis and Aleph.

But by Amazing Mighty, it feels so wrong seeing their personalities swapped around like that!

"Maybe I should call it quits for today. I'm fucking exhausted." He muttered to himself, before quickly adding, "And I feel like I've lost enough braincells today." Destonio quickly hops onto his bed, before getting himself comfy underneath the covers.

"...I wonder..."

...

"What a reality where Fate and I swapped personalities would be like."

...

"...Definitely fucked up. I need to see what it's like tomorrow."

[nomsfaultau]

Hiiii, just wanted to say that your work is amazing and it’s completely consumed my thoughts and—

How would karaoke night go with the Fault crew? Sprinkle all the mundane/chaos that can ensue…Let’s say that against all odds, they’re in a safe enough period where they don’t have to worry about anything and just muck around! On a scale of 1-10, how would each person fare?

Also if it’s alright can we find out how Skeppy and Halo are doing, please say they’re having a happy life somewhere off the grid like the forest or deep within the mountains ekekeiwkwk

Okay Tubbo can't sing very well. However. If anyone points this out, Tubbo can start singing the song of the End Times and literally destroy the world. So. Everyone is careful to give them lots of compliments while Tubbo grins mischievously. They have a pretty broad variety of songs, and Jasmine demands a turn to sing the ABCs (because there are 26 of them! AND it's hard to get them in order) and gets thunderous applause. Or else. 100/10, just threaten the jury!

Wilbur try-hards it in a way that's very cringe. Like, you AREN'T supposed to be good at karaoke, but nobody told him that? So it's out here like harmonizing and it's like bro....bro now everyone else feels inadequate......the only thing leveling the playing field is he only knows songs that play in Walmart and has a trash memory. So he's purely playing it by ear, but that just makes it worse when it's still amazing. Also Wilbur found out the buffet table is infinite and has eaten everything except the nachos, which are inedible even to him. 0/10

Philza scrolls through the music selection for a very very long term, a little misty eyed as he picks songs literally no one has ever heard from that hold memories of old Collecteds. About half way through he gets a fragment of a song stuck in his head and desperately googles it for two hours. It's from like 5 centuries ago and when he finally unearths some recording of music he gets cross that 'those aren't the right lyrics!' But other than that he's having a swell time and okay yeah he's a little tipsy and keeps gushing about how much he loves his kids but other than being sappy and old, not the worst karaoke companion. 7/10.

When they first get there, The Blade swears he's doing one song AND THAT'S IT. Because he's built it up a little as an ordeal in his head and is nervous. His voice is perpetually pretty gravelly, and he has zero idea how well he's doing since the voices are singing along too. But then he kinda has fun with it and starts bopping, and unwinds since his friends are only lightly teasing. So he ends up going the whole night. The Blade exclusively sings Taylor Swift titles. Tommy is going to kill him. I think Rosalind had a Taylor Swift phase so Tubbo is just embarrassed. He makes sure to clap for everyone else and he hooves go clack clack cklack. Does not fit in the table booth tho. and the mic is so so tiny in his hands. He accidentally breaks it at least twice and they have to wait for a replacement. 5/10.

Someone else has to hold the mic for Tommy to avoid contamination, so he ends up in a lot of duets. He's incredibly enthusiastic and asserts that he has the most talent of anyone. Mostly very recent popular hits (from his pov). Tries to rap but gets completely tongue tied. Eventually tries to find the songs with the most cuss words so he can see how bad the muffin censorship gets. About half way through the night Tommy starts trying to sneak alcohol. Except actually he realizes that no one in the room can rat him to his mom, or even really knows about underage drinking laws. Okay Tubbo does, but like he's surrounded by friends some of which are sober, so the kiddo's fine. 7/10.

For some reason I always pictured Skeppy and Halo living in a sitcom apartment alongside Charlie, the woman Charlie body horror puppeted in order to escape, her wife, and Chad Bowinger my beloved. But I guess a bunker in the mountains makes more sense! Medical attention was probably the first thought, trying to patch up Halo's wings. Maybe they eventually heal and because Skeppy lost so much weight in the Foundation he can now be flown around? Very bittersweet but still. And Skeppy can show Halo all the movies and books he missed in the decades he was trapped, with the humans and Charlie catching them up on everything else. I picture mostly lighthearted recovery and awkward bonding between strangers from starkly different backgrounds. Lots of shenanigans too.

[yamineftis]

Tbh so far one of my main gripes with Mandalorian S3, which I do not hate but I'm massively disappointed with, is that it's yet to give me a good reason why Bo Katan should rule a third time aside her being a royal.

Like are they really saying she's the ONLY one who cares about retaking the planet? And that's enough to be the one?.

Like, when she was first reintroduced in the mandalorian as the heiress and then called a princess I thought the series would at least try to challenge this notion through exploring her past mistakes and why she is this way, but nope, you have better seen clone wars and rebels to know she's a well rounded character cuz we ain't explaining shit.

Like when the armorer accepted her in the covert for bathing in the waters and keeping the helmet on?... I just...that's not...how religion works, it's not a series of technicalities, it's about intent and devotion. Look at me in the eye and say that her diving to save Din's ass is the same as that pretty scene of Din reciting the words while baptizing.

Now I always defended the children of the watch and claimed they wouldn't be villains, so I was glad they were accepting of others, but one thing is accepting not everyone thinks like you and another is ignoring your own faith for plot reasons? I absolutely didn't think them not being villains would mean literally 0 conflict nfjajfjs. What happened with the armorer calling Bo a cautionary tale? What happened to "they strayed form the way and we lost our world", give us some tension please 😭.

And we couldn't even get to know how Bo felt about it all, she was just doing as told. How does she feel about joining the very people she scoffed at and called zealots? How did she feel to be wrong about them? Oh no wait she has to lead a war party bc foundling is randomly abducted. And this shows how good of a leader she is, ok you should lead Mandalore again bc you saw a dinosaur....what????.

I liked the idea of Din ruling because it'd be interesting to see him struggling to be something more, but I was ready to let that idea go cuz he didn't really want the dark saber. But after how Bo got it through a cop out, I kinda wish it stayed with Din. The sole fact that Bo can't even convince her nite owls to join her without the dark saber is very telling, and is made worse by the fact that we don't even know why they follow that rule so hard and then scoff at Din for being a "zealot".

I'm aware this all might be misleading and someone else might have to step up, but even if that's the case, the reasoning to get to this point has been just so poor and convenient, it breaks my heart because Bo is such a complex and interesting character, but they haven't explored HER at all, her stepping down would have much more impact that way.

All in all, I think the season has good ideas but they didn't make the characters part of them, just puppets moving along :/ and I'm still not convinced Bo should try to rule /again/.

[goron-king-darunia]

Rank the ships from dotnw?

All of them? I'm not sure I could even name all of them, there are so many characters and so many possible ships. I'll just go with the ones I've seen and if you want another one or some other ones to be included, ask for them specifically.

Emil/Marta: E for Effort. This is clearly the main and intended canon ship. They tried. I could theoretically write a version of Marta and Emil that I might find appealing, but I generally just do not like them together. 0/10. Never seen a fic about them staying together that I enjoyed. I can see why it's popular because in a vacuum, the two have an interesting dynamic, but none of the canon materials ever made me see anything good between them. (As with other judgements, these are subjective. If you like this ship, no shade, just saying this is a NOTP for me and you will not be able to talk me into it. I have seen the fics and talked with the fans, I just cannot stand Marta as she's written.) Ratatosk/Marta: C for Chemistry. There's substance there. As much as I don't understand, Ratatosk clearly likes Marta and wants to keep her safe, even though she doesn't treat him with the same kindness as she does Emil. At least Ratatosk can stand up for himself, though. So I wouldn't feel anxious of Marta taking advantage of him like she would for Emil. 2/10. Could be excellent with a competent writer or the most toxic stuff you've ever seen with an incompetent writer (though you can't do worse than the Crestoria Writers who made Marta the literal worst when she says IN FRONT OF RATATOSK that she can't wait for him to leave so that she can fuck Emil.) Richter/Aster: S for Sexy. Top Tier unofficial canon ship. Buff awkward introvert nerd who is desperately trying to stay sane and twinky confident extrovert nerd who was never sane to begin with is such a delicious dynamic. 10/10.

Richter/Emil: S for Sad/Angst and also Sexy. You can make this work ANY way you want it to. Tragedy, love against all odds, starcrossed lovers, destined lovers, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers. The literal bread and butter of the franchise. You can turn it into anything and it will be good. Always gotta have a pinch of conflict since Richter clearly sees a bit of his younger self in Emil and wants Emil desperately to grow and be better. But, like, the sad/angst is what makes it juicy. 10/10. Richter/Ratatosk: P for Potential. I can see this working with enough setup or with a soft enough Ratatosk. Canon Ratatosk would take FOREVER to get to the point of being soft enough to work with, but Richter can live for 1000 years so that can still work. Delicious for PWP or for a long, drawn out enemies to lovers fic where they fight and they fight and they fuck and they fight until they form a reluctant softness for each other and then absolutely cave into each other because they're too similar and too different and as much as they anger and bewilder each other they're also the only other person to understand each other. 7/10. Needs good writing to pull it off but very juicy.

Richter/Aqua: W for Wasted Potential. The manga clearly wants us to think there's something there but they don't do anything with it. I'm not opposed to it, but it needs the right setup and context and Aqua needs to chill the fuck out and start as Richter's friend. 3/10. I can definitely think up some juicy stuff for them, but I prefer Aqua as Richter's queer platonic BFF who crushes on him but understands she can't force him to like her back and just wants him to be happy, even if it isn't with her.

Aster/Rilena: D for Dynamic Duo. The manga suggests in one line (that may or may not be properly translated) that Aster and Rilena were engaged. I think this was to lampshade how Rilena knew Aster had a birth mark in a place you wouldn't see in his normal clothes because he wears a high collared coat and shirt. I don't buy that for one second. If they WERE engaged, I 100% headcanon it as Rilena agreeing to be Aster's beard so Aster could be gay for Richter and Rilena could be very asexual in peace without getting hit on buy other guys and girls. 10/10 for chaos scientist buddies where Rilena has all the braincells and common sense but is equally as willing as Aster is to ignore her better judgement to pull off crazy shenanigans. Richter is the cautious member of the bunch but he trusts Rilena before he trusts Aster, even when it's clear that they're both taking insane risks. If she had gone with them to the Ginnungagap, Aster would have lived for sure and Sheena would have been there to help make a pact with Ratatosk. 1/10 for a romantic or sexual sort of relationship. I can see how that dynamic could work, I really do. Of all the straight couples so far, Aster and Rilena would be the healthiest and most realistic/easiest to envision. I just do not buy it for one second that they're anything other than BFFS with each other.

Emil/Lloyd: H for Huh? I guess people just like shipping the protags and because Zelloyd was a popular ship, people easily swapped to Emil/Lloyd for another dose of enemies to rivals to lovers. I do not see the appeal other than the fact that it's a yaoi ship and they both have some relatable struggles of being protagonists and some good angst fodder for Emil having to come to terms with his anger even when he finds out the Lloyd he was mad at was actually Decus. 0/10. Not saying it's a bad ship, just saying it's definitely not a ship for me and I do not see the appeal. As with Marta/Emil, this is functionally a NOTP for me. Emil/Aster: A for Absolutely. Introvert shy boy with identity issues and extrovert goofball who is very secure with himself both gush over how cool they think Richter is and foster a mutual affection for each other. 9/10. No notes. Just some good blond boys exploring the world with each other.

Emil/Ratatosk: C for Crackship. Absolutely love the self-cest vibes and potential here. Again, I prefer a softer Rata than is canon, but I absolutely see the appeal. Something something self love and something something loving the self through loving the other. 7/10. I'll read it from trusted sources but it's not a very popular ship and I can see people either taking it way too seriously or way too cracky and ending up with something unreadable for my tastes. But excellent potential. Richter/Aster/Emil: O for OT3. Excellent and impossible unless we get really wiggly with the rules of the canon very quickly. Still. Love it. 12/10, no notes. I am willing to break canon for this to happen and also so thirsty for AU. Real Emil/Richter and Real Emil/Aster and RealEmil/Richter/Aster: I for I'm the only one thinking about this. Depending on how you interpret the canon, game Emil and Real Emil are either two totally different people or the same person through weird soul absorbtion means. Ratatosk's powers are more concrete than Verius's powers but still INCREDIBLY WIGGLY and while it's heavily implied that Emil is just Ratatosk's kindness made manifest and his old personality splitting off from his new, grumpier one, I 100% see where some theories come in stating that some of the things game Emil knows about Real Emil are too coincidental to not indicate some sort of memory convergence. I personally consider Emil to be a part of Ratatosk that essentially became his own person who just happens to use Aster's body and Emil Castagnier's name, so the potential for a world in which the Real Emil didn't die and got to be part of the party working to save the world is just so juicy. We know very little about the Real Emil too, other than some JP only journal entries that were on the DotNW website that were thought to be written from the Real Emil's perspective. He was still a soft boy and seems to have considered Lloyd and the rest heroes, but other than that, he's a blank slate. So he's incredibly fun to play with. 8/10. I'm the only one I know of working on a fic like this and I am loving the hell out of it. I really should get back to writing and finish it though! Alice/Decus: P for Problematic (affectionate). They are perfect for each other and I mean that in the most affectionate AND most derogatory way. Absolutely toxic foundation for a relationsip. 0/10 real life recommendation. Do not emulate. But also profoundly romantic in ways that a healthy relationship simply cannot be. The codependence, the willingness to kill for each other, the toxic and blatant onesidedness, the palpable sexuality. Again, 0/10 for real life emulation but 8/10 for the fucking drama and romance in the purely fictional sense. Aster/Ratatosk: S for Science. I have only seen this very rarely and at least one of them was a sort of PWP angst story my partner wrote that was definitely not meant to be romantic. But Aster is fascinated by Summon Spirits. And Ratatosk is one. And Aster is an optimist and idealist who sees the best in everyone. So 100% I can imagine Aster getting weirdly freaky with Ratatosk "for science" just to see what sex with a Summon Spirit is like and what a summon spirit is capable of. 7/10. Some juicy potential there, but as ever, I'm pretty sure I enjoy a softer Ratatosk than most for these things. Richter/Aster/Emil/Ratatosk: F for Foursome. Just the sheer number of bodies involved has potential, especially if Ratatosk can shapeshift at will. Absolutely crazy and carnal. Not exactly an OT4 for me, but I definitely see the potential and I would not mind some fics of this type more often. 8/10, but I would probably only enjoy it from trusted sources because, again, if Ratatosk is too abrasive, I don't like it as much.

Richter/Colette: C for Crackship. They get one interaction but I can 100% see a whole lot of potential there. If I could see Richter as preferring women or not having the option of Emil, I would 100% see this as a good candidate, though I am 100% basing this off of their one offscreen interaction. Crack to the max but I'm a sucker for Richter with a woman in this case and this case alone. Colette is like a puppy dog. Even if you don't really like dogs, you can't help but love her. Richter is not immune to this I think. Would definitely take a slowburn to establish more than just that one interaction and build chemistry, but I am here for it. 9/10, but only to me. Alice/Marta: T for Toxic (affectionate.) I have mostly seen (and utilized) this ship to just get Marta out of the way, but, like... They're so toxic that I can somehow see them fixing each other.

Ratatosk/Mithos: T for Toxic (derogatory.) Absolutely vicious and catty exes that WILL fight CONSTANTLY and will not give a single shit about any collateral damage. 10/10 for drama, 0/10 for something I want to see on screen as a main focus.

And that's all the ones I've seen! If you want me to rank any other specific ones!

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If you could write your “ideal” season 5 for LMK, what would it look like? Like, what season 5 would be like if you were to write it (assuming you would also be trying to implement your theories and stuff into the mix, Feral MK/EAMK are two of my favorite theories from you!)

That's a really hard question! Mainly because like...I don't know the end game—I don't know what the writers are ultimately building towards. For example, I have pretty much 0 clue what our mysterious figure's plan is. I don't know why Wukong killed Macaque (and while I'd like for the show to go that direction, I'm still not 100% confident SWK did actually kill Macaque). And when it comes down to it, I have no clue who/what MK actually is.

Like I've said before, my ideal s5 is the one they give me!

But, I would of course love EAMK to become canon! I think it really fits with what we see in the show, and it just makes sense for MK's arc. Now that MK's identity has really come to the forefront, he's going to actually have to learn about himself/think about himself and then come to terms with it. We really didn't focus on MK's Monkey Demon identity too much in the s4 special, meaning s5 is gonna have a huge focus on it just like s4 did, and because of the way this has been structured I'm assuming it's going to get worse before it gets better. Which then hopefully leaves some room for feral MK and the reveal of the plan of our new antagonist!

However, I'll try to "plot out" a s5:

The season opens as a parallel to 4x01, MK & Mei are fighting a "monster of the week" type villain—except uh oh, the Jade Emperor's seal isn't holding (& also MK is not in totally control of his powers). Reality is starting to fray a little bit!

Luckily Yellowtusk has some experience with containing the Jade Emperor's Power, but now Ne Zha is gonna have to touch base with Wukong and the rest of the Gang

They are gonna have to find a "suitable host" so to speak. The first recommendation is one of the 10 Kings of the Underworld—one of those guys has both the power and control to be the new Jade Emperor

It's underworld time

Except, wait! One of them is a traitor! They released Azure and tried to tip the world into chaos. There can't be a new Jade Emperor until this is resolved

Who-done-it murder plot ensues

Something goes awry

MK and gang? They have now been re-trapped into a different section of the scroll of memory (like the infinite scroll room) (Macaque, SWK, and Ne Zha remain in the real world)

oh_no_the_curse_is_back.png (The curse spreading and consuming the world is now a relevant threat again)

Tang magic is able to keep most of the group together—MK is separated.

There is some Tang and group side plot and relevant development (do not feel like coming up with what this would be)

MK is plopped right into the memory of his birth. This relates to how the pilgrims died, and it's clear SWK knew MK's identity the whole time (the gang reunite with MK in the middle of this sequence) (EAMK is confirmed canon. Nice. It's still somewhat unclear what exactly MK is, but he is connected to the underworld/curse/memory)

MK is not holding it together AT ALL, but "Monkey King had a good reason" or whatever

On the outside SWK and the others have been trying to figure shit out. Subodhi arrives to help and can send SWK into the scroll

He finds MK and gang

They are yeeted into the memory of why Wukong killed Macaque

MK snaps. L + ratio + your beloved Mentor killed his ex-best friend + you just learned you are chaos incarnate + you killed the past lives of everyone you hold dear

SWK V MK fight of my dreams ensues

Sadly reality is fragile and MK is not helping this

"Oh god if we don't stop MK everything will end"

There was relevant Mei development in the scroll, it's dragon time baby (Macaque tried and failed to calm MK down rip)

Samadhi Fire Part 3 plays out. Mei get's her dragon form, MK is successfully talked down by his best friend

There are still uh, issues

hey wait remember why we were here, the jade emperor's power-

Oh god the traitor revealed themself.

MK is basically not breathing because he is trying not to fracture reality any further

We as the audience are given a hint of the master plan

The curse is involved along with the Jade Emperor's Power maybe. Something something Chaos. Peng is. Somewhere. MK is revealed to be a key pawn in this game

Reality is so close to becoming undone. Someone has to become the jade emperor NOW or they will all die

Wukong sacrifices himself TM

Jade Emperor Wukong is real, if only for a moment

He plans to use his body to restitch reality back together like Azure did

Everyone is not gonna let that happen (they r stronger together)

With their combined effort, they are able to collectively use the Jade Emperor's Power to fix the world (again)

This is when the traitor comes and swoops in, stealing the Jade Emperor's power somehow

Season ends on a probably pretty shitty note

[alivegirlmari]

taishauna :0?

TAISHAUNA!!!!! god. god. i love them so much. literally my favorite scene this season is the little moment where shauna wakes up after the baby-eating dream and tai says they thought they'd lost her. jasmin portrays tai's devastating relief, her exhaustion, the inherent bittersweetness of the moment - thank god you're alive, but now i have to break your heart and now you have to live with this and i'm so sorry - SO well, it's the one thing about that episode that actually made me cry! my fave teen timeline moments are the ones where they either a) take care of each other or b) make me say 'ohhhh they're just kids!!' over and over, and the offscreen implication of the girls just all sitting around, holding this dead baby, waiting for shauna to wake up but not knowing if she will and being utterly powerless regardless has both. i'm never not thinking of tai telling shauna that she can do fucking anything, tai with no medical skills but still on the frontline at shauna's side, willing to hold her hand for three hours or thirty-six, tai giving in and chanting for the wilderness with tears in her eyes. like fuck! i'm not entirely happy with how they wrote some parts of them (the makeup corpse thing, her ~siding with lottie at first when lottie was talking to shauna's stomach; both felt like reactions just to the move the plot along but w/e), but tai in the birth scene reminds me so much of s1's abortion scene: tai doesn't want shauna to do it bc she doesn't want her to die but if shauna's gonna do it then she'll help!!! she knows that she'll potentially have shauna's blood on her hands and she does it anyways!! bc she's on shauna's team and she loves her!!

and i'm really sad we didn't get any adult taishauna moments this season bc what i also love is that they're maybe the one platonic (well they're romantic 2 me but ykwim) dynamic where it feels like not much has changed from teen timeline to adult timeline? like the other adult ships, regardless of how they felt about each other as teens, are now all tinged with things like betrayal, suspicion, disappointment, hatred, sadness etc. and yes taishauna do get snarky with each other and i'm sure tai didn't love having to clean up a dead body and obvs shauna wasn't happy about the jessica roberts reveal but like. who the fuck else is still having sleepovers as adults?? no one!!! bc that's really what it all comes down to isn't it!!! i love you and i will lean on you and i will follow you into a blizzard and i will do anything and everything to keep us safe and i will hold you so you can sleep as a teenager so i will return to you as an adult and hold you so you can sleep again bc some part of my body and mind intrinsically trusts you and i will keep your secrets no matter how ugly and hard they are to admit and we will always be those girls in the attic, we will always be those girls in the woods, and we will always have each other. LIKE??

also god that side shot of them in the diner in s1…so gay indie movie coded of them…they should hook-up in s3, i think. would it fix them? well No. but it can't make things that much worse can it. case closed.

anyways tl;dr: ride or die besties who aren't sappy 24/7 and are actually p grizzled...you are so beloved. to me.