#Movie clichè

[blinger301]

So do you guys ever get into this situation;

Your mom is not home and the water has stoped flowing, so you can't do the dishes. But as soon as your mom gets home, the water comes on by dumb luck, then your mom scolds you for not doing them, turn to the sink and you just,

"Fuck you, you stupid shi-

[prettybbychim]

oh no we’re in a life-or-death survival situation we can hardly treat wounds or feed ourselves the world is crumbling on itself and everything is out to kill us but hey! i’m pregnant guys!

yeah well i’m BORED

[kooyabooya]

LUTHER

lia x m reader

4k words

It’s a silly rational thought, but common knowledge nonetheless: 

You are madly in love with Choi Jisu. 

Not even the strands of time could weave a better, clichè story of what’s already been set in stone; or the countless times Lia has made herself home in the throes of your hideaway from the world, every new story and encounter with it’s twist through each shared moment. 

Sure, there’s a lot of instances that you and her can recall back on, so let’s gloss over a few: 

The first time you invited her presence was for a study session. You insisted that the spaghetti tasted good until realizing that the pesto had expired by three weeks - where she had to stay over for the night unintentionally because you couldn’t even manage to get up to the bathroom. Though, one ice pack to the forehead and the magnetizing hug was more than enough for you to ignore the fact she snagged your lacrosse team hoodie as for her keepsake - hood drawn up and pooling her raven locks to the sides of her face, the hems covering her most of her hand but her fingers exposed - you can’t deny that she looked comfy. 

Among the other times, you’re just in your apartment, serenading her with your okay-but-presentable piano skills of covers from her favorite movies. (She had to make you hers when you played La La Land but it sealed the deal.) Not long after that, some of her things start to make their way into your place: the violin case, the scent of cherry blossoms spreading from room to room, and the collection of vinyls hung up in the living room. You don’t complain. There wasn’t a point in saying anything. Lia would disappear from your peripheral for a few minutes and come back with her cropped black tee and your pair of oversized sweats that cover her toes. So yeah, there's no point in drawing up a complaint. 

It’s all in the little moments; living within these four walls - filled with memories and moments that you don’t want the rest of the world to see, her on your lap while you’re dealing with deliverables and other times where she’s bringing food for you and her to share. That’s usually how this all goes. Some of the tasks get completed, then you tab out to see what else is left to do, and Lia waltzes in terrorizing the productivity bubble. She doesn’t care because she knows what the fuck she’s doing: cocoa butter hair in messy waves, fixing the watch on her wrist, talking about her schedule for the day. Doing her wasn’t on the to-do list, but was heavily implied, considering the fact you saw her up with nothing but your sweats while making breakfast. 

Technically speaking from common knowledge: 

This isn’t the first time you’ve seen Lia in your clothes.

You could conjure up all the thoughts in your mind as to why you liked seeing her that way. 

–

If you’re being completely honest with yourself, it’s always a wonderful sight to see. 

Morning sunlight beams through the curtains as she walks past the open doorway; the highlights alone are trapped in this mixture of honey gold and coffee brown, presenting itself like a Renaissance painting coming to life. One second your vision focuses on the blurry silhouette, the next your eyes are greeted with a fever dream, blessing and inviting all the same. 

You’re pinching yourself mentally - just to check - and yes, it is most definitely not a dream. Her eyes stay on you, shifting yourself up until you’re against the headboard of your bed, soaking the image of her: perfectly colored with those dirt-colored eyes and rose-tinted cheeks, radiating so brightly that the worry of drying up your eyes comes as a second thought. 

There’s nothing new about this: just the usual lazy Saturday mornings you’ve shared with her. 

She sighs so beautifully, having no care in the world. The flutter of her eyelashes is so seamless when her arms are raised up over her head, stretching out the stiffness of those springy limbs and muscles. 

You’ve spent countless days, hours, nights even, to piece it all together in everything that revolves around Lia. From the mannerisms and tone she uses with others the readable expressions just by the small quirk of her lip or flared nostrils. Lia proudly wore her heart on her sleeve. You learned right away: a bit overwhelming was the coined phrase you proclaimed. Building each other up where others fell a little behind in: always thinking ahead, taking all of the things into consideration; and Lia was in the same headspace as you, strategizing wherever she saw fit. 

But it didn’t take much for you to conclude on the fact that confidence was a weakness. 

She was flooding in it, wherever she went. Whatever she wanted, she would get. If things didn’t go her way, she accepted it fully. She’ll happily walk past the open door held by you - not as an expectation, but as one of the many things you’d put an effort into. When you take her out for a date, she’ll show up outside your workplace and return the favor. You snuggle your face deeper into the pillows on a lazy day; because you know that she’s not far, either close by or already up to start the day. 

As if the heavens parted the clouds for you after a gloomy day riddled with darkness, you’re pretty sure the same effect is applied here. 

She’s in your hoodie (as always). However that doesn’t stop the unveiling of skin little by little the more she does these morning stretches, the fabric at the waistline lifted up to where you see her hips, cast in the cotton of her underwear. You can picture yourself thumbing away at the surface, at the ends where the threads don’t meet, cup your palms shamelessly around the plush of her ass, or even watch her slip on a pair of your pajama pants with her backside blatantly pointed towards your direction. 

Okay, she knows what she’s doing. You’ve been in this position for over three years, and you’re still finding out new things to discover. 

She clears her throat once she turns around. 

“What’s on your mind right now?”

You lean your head back when Lia starts to shuffle herself back onto the bed, hands and legs moving until she finally settles her bearings, straddling your hips. 

“Not work, obviously,” you answer, feeling her palms on your face as she tips her head, studying. “I just don’t wanna get out of bed just yet.” 

“Funny,” Lia laughs, slipping her fingers behind your neck, “I was just thinking the same thing.” 

“Pretty weird, isn’t it? It’s like we share half of a brain.” 

“Except when you were drooling over me a second ago.” 

“How could I not?” you muse, darting your eyes away, feeling your face get warmer. “If anything, you bent your ass over for me to see on purpose.” 

She tilts her head, and quirks her lips near a grin, she doesn’t need to give you an explanation. 

You’re speaking your truth for her. 

Her hips press down on your groin, curling her fingers into the ends of your hair, feeling you squirm in the slight change of pressure. “You don’t have to be shy,” voice low and gentle, “I know you, you’re enjoying this.” You see her hand pull the hem of the hoodie upwards, revealing more and more of her waist - ghosting your hands at the uncovered skin; amidst the grey, you’re fighting to urge to pierce the veil, get your palms full of skin and feel and touch up like she wants you to. 

“What do you suggest I do, hm?” You ask Lia, tone flat. “Nothing?” Playing on the backfoot in this wasn’t the ideal scenario, but you’re doing what you can to be literal and indirect, “Because I was hoping that you wouldn’t notice.” 

But you see: all of that could’ve been plausible if you didn’t sit up on the bed in the first place. 

You’re mapping out her face in the back of your mind, imagining the hands wandering all over her legs and hips and waist - admiring the bodywork and fine planes of porcelain, all within arm's reach. 

Her breath grazes your cheek, practically turning you to stone. Some thoughts are present in your mind; you’re not sure. The only thing filling your senses was the scent of wintergreen. 

Her palm lightly presses into your cheekbone, leaning in for a kiss, but stopping herself by mere centimeters. 

Fills the space between the mouths, saying: “I was hoping that you’d do something about it.” 

Oh, she knows what the fuck she’s doing. 

Lia has kissed you like- countless times. There’s the sweet ones, the ones where you’re both smiling into each other’s faces, the ones where you think time stands still for a few moments, the kinds where you’ve got a bubble entrapping you two, and so much more. All of them have their meanings behind them, but they make you melt all the same. 

You could feel her hands roam around your body, legs pressing your hips on opposite ends; every smack and inhale is followed up with a low rumble at the throat, hands shifting up from her waist up to her chest; her forehead pressed against yours, clutching her shoulder blades, keeping her place - she has your full attention now. 

A swipe of the thumb across her nipple, then a pinch. The hoodie rucks up higher on her body. 

Her arms come into play, speeding up the process of cotton being discarded. 

Lia is your block of marble - waiting to be molded and chiseled and chipped away - crafted by yours truly where you’ll get on your knees in adoration and give your reverence as you proffer your lips and tongue all over her body. 

She’s so easy to gratify - the way that her sighs and moans mesh into one sound or another, feeling the heat rise in her body. You can tell she’s trying to hold back, murmuring in tongues. Like she’s showing but not telling: I need you baby. I need, I need, I need, I need, I need- 

It’s like you - all of you - is oxygen to her, giving her life where she would die if she didn’t have enough. It’s never enough, and you know this. In the cosmos that lie behind those melted shades of sable, glassy, and an ever-growing pit of blackness, where you could see yourself falling into them time and time again because they were only exclusive to you. A forgotten light, an eternal flame, you catch yourself face to face with it once more. 

The flush of light crimson makes its presence known across Lia’s face: a response to your touch, one that she simply can’t ignore. 

You could feel the dampness of her panties lightly settle on the bulge of your underwear, hear her breath hitch just the slightest, all the while her hips grind against yours. 

“Yeah,” she hushes, a sultry smile spread across her lips. “You prefer this over the usual caffeine.” 

She laughs softly when you groan into her neck, her arms coiling around your neck and shoulders, tightening the noose. Your hand slithers past her lower back, fingers grazing the lace and sliding underneath the uncovered skin. “Always,” you tell her, looking up while she scratches the back of your head: your one of three weaknesses. 

Lia then leans away, crosses her hands at her waist, gripping the hoodie. 

When she lifts it- that image becomes your second weakness. 

You keep looking without hesitation; the fine line of her shoulders, the blotches of red and pink across the canvas, deliciously sweet. Her breasts supple, but have a firmness to them (a guilty pleasure, you’ll admit); she runs her nails across those mounds because she knows that you’ll get your hands full of them soon, get greedy enough to forget about the rest. 

“Aw, what’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” she asks with a coo. Then, gets her thumb and index underneath your chin, tilting your gaze up. “You’ve gone quiet.” 

“Were you always this cute?” you muse. 

“You know me.” 

“Allow me to rephrase,” you’re backtracking, because you just want to hear it yourself. “Were you always this sexy?” 

That earns you a firm grind against your length. 

And now, she’s laying it down for real: “I’ll make you shut up if that’s what you want.” 

–

Here’s weakness number three: 

Lia has your legs spread apart, laying on her stomach, tracing a finger along the grooves and veins of your cock, mesmerized at the mere taste of your balls across her tongue. You’ve got your deal in, grinding her sopping folds along your shaft just as a tease - a preamble. Her hair’s tied up in a loose ponytail as she makes her way up the length, pouting her lips at the tip - anticipating the image of your cockhead sealed around her pretty little mouth - how to suck the air out of your lungs with just one swift motion - she’ll relish the moment, savor it - make you forget all of your worries with one decent. 

She has you wrapped around the palm of her hand, literally. And somehow, it feels like you were meant to be- 

You could feel the graze of her teeth the more she takes you in, the subtle leitmotif of her humming the more you feel her mouth all over, creating a pantomime of dancing and singing along your length, bringing out all the things that make you speechless. 

It’s when she has you like this, where everything just feels right. 

“Good?” you could hear her say, but her cheek is bulging with your cock up inside where the sound comes less coherent, but those eyes implicate the message regardless. 

“Fuck,” you rasp, feeling her teeth graze just right beneath the tip. She’s got you good. She always has. 

You’ve got the rough schematic drawn up in your brain. Testing the waters with a gentle thrust of your hips, shoving her head down deeper where she can struggle just a bit. It won’t take you much to make you cum like this. You imagine her saying - all she needs is to soften you up and next thing you know her palms are sliding down from your chest to your thighs. The gentle cup of your balls in her other hand, puts your length in the prime position to fit you in her throat. 

She purses her lips forward, trying to cover the base. It’s cute that she can try, but she makes up for it by flicking her tongue on the underside - at the seam - and yeah, your head hits the board behind you. 

Lia is the only one who could practically kill you and give you a second chance at redemption. 

Knowing that you’ll take that second chance to return the favor properly. 

But this is her turn in the chess match. You actually can’t do anything about it. 

She crosses her ankles up in the air, sinks her head between your legs again, maintaining tempo. Her hands come into play, doing all kinds of combinations with her mouth and tongue, lapping up the mix of spit and precum. 

You are going to lay there and watch. 

Her eyes flooded with determination. 

Your cock in my mouth, my hands. 

The slide of her mouth is addicting. 

Try your hardest not to cum. 

She’s fucking unreal. 

And not even that- 

“I want more spit.” Lia declares, both hands on you now, jerking shamelessly with the classic motion that makes you paralyzed from the waist down. Her knees dig deeper into the mattress, raising her body, head now hovering over your cock. 

“Go ahead,” you grit, smiling. A moment of grace - to breathe; you know where she’s leading with this. “I’d love to see you try.” 

That phrase alone would be your undoing. 

Lia puts you right back into her mouth, with no regard for keeping it lighthearted and casual. The grip in her hair becomes a lot tighter, flexing your hips up while her tongue becomes flatter. You’re biting down a curse spilling from your lips, ears focusing on the unholy sounds coming from Lia instead. 

She’s not playing around now - mouth slipping and sliding, humming and moving her head in the many ways where you’ve seen your vision turn white before. 

You can’t keep this up for any longer. 

The head down, head up, the shimmying of her head, puffing her cheeks, cock slathered and wetter by the second- 

You pull yourself away, throbbing. The pop of her mouth and gasp is all that she’s left with. 

“Hey,” she says, “you weren’t supposed to do that.” 

Her ponytail comes undone while the tip of your tongue is caught between your teeth. 

All you give her anyway is: “Oops.” 

She throws herself onto you, hoping to catch you off guard, but you were ready. Her lips capture yours, wanting to clean up the mess she made over your cock just now, each lick and smack becoming more and more careless in every liplock. 

Your hands find her waist while Lia also looks down at the action. “Need to do something about that, don’t we?” She tells you, grabbing your length and dipping your head into her cunt, making both of you groan in unison. “Fuck-” 

“Lia, watch yourself,” you huff, jaw slacking when she slides herself in properly this time; the tightness and heat already washing over you while Lia shifts her panties more to the side. “Okay, holy shit girl.” 

To keep your mind off of the unrelenting pressure of her cunt wrapped around your dick, you’re leaving chaste kisses across her chest yet again, feeling her fingers card through your hair and dig into your scalp, the shimmy of her pussy finally stopping once she bottoms you out. 

She’s laying it out for you again: “You’re gonna fuck my brains out now, okay handsome?” 

Your response is in tandem with her breathless state: “Oh, with pleasure.” 

The girl just takes and takes and takes. You could feel her smile on top of your forehead when you feel up her breast, slide your hand down her waist, grip her petite ass while she slams her hips back down on your cock. 

You’re gripping wherever you can: her waist, her hips, her ass. Any place where you can fuck around with the vice for as much as possible, fucking her senseless like she worked you up to be. 

It’s in the forward-back, the up-down. Her ass isn’t kind to your balls when she’s riding along your length. 

This was the best way to wake up in the morning. 

Lia’s happily bouncing along on your lap - with you trying to keep up with the pulling of your neck, the tugs in your hair, holding her still where you got your cock at the angle to bring it to her cunt’s hottest, molten spot. 

She’s so tight, you conclude, that evidence is pretty natural in itself. You love it so much when she’s not making any sense in her words, only plugging up her pussy in the only way you know how- 

“Want it,” she whispers, a profession: “inside, please.” 

You’re holding her so close, keeping her in place. It’s a one-way ticket to paradise that you’ll take no matter what; the unraveling - so lethal, and an absolute certainty. The bruises are starting to form along the crease of her legs and hips- 

You’re laying it out for her now: “I’m cumming.” 

Pumping her full, riding out her orgasm. Everything made sense for Lia in that instant. 

Strings of cum painting along her slick walls, claiming the last threads for herself - because that’s how it all goes. You’re shuddering, live wire still reactive, hungry for more as the pulsing starts to die down; slowly, lethargically. 

A few beats later- 

“Fucking Christ, Lia-” 

She laps your cock on the bathroom floor; face painted and splattered in ribbons of white, back against the door as the mat at your feet tries its hardest to not slide against the tile. 

She licks up the mess while humming gleefully, looks up at you in sweet and treacherous innocence. 

She looks down at the cum dripping down her chest, her waist, and even the spread of slick all over her inner thighs- 

You don’t mind lazy mornings like these. 

(To contradict yourself: they’re never lazy.) 

–

The place gets filled up once again with Lia’s honey-saccharine voice, coming out of the hallway with a towel draped over her shoulders. 

You give her a look: the same one where no words need to be said to describe the moment - because it’s a look that she’s seen multiple times - and she can easily read your mind. 

The look of love. You have it. And so does she. 

Lia later rambles on at the dining table about her recent outings and extravaganza's with Yeji or Yuna, fingers underneath her chin and swirling a spoon around her cup of tea. She looks at you with so much attention, eyes shimmering and nodding along while the morning light starts to creep through the window of your living room. You feed her an apple slice to make sure she’s not bored - she loves that. 

In moments like these, you’re thankful that it’s shared with her. From her arms bracketing your hips while you clean the dishes, to piggybacking her back to your room, make her land on her back while she laughs and playfully whines like a kid. You shake your head because any response you say will always get brushed off by her. 

It really doesn’t matter what’s being brought up, since things just flow that way so well you don’t even have a second thought after. 

“You really went at it with me earlier,” she tells you. “Care to explain why?” 

“Well,” you’re grinning cheekily, hand to the back of your head, “Didn’t have time to relieve myself in the past week so-” 

“Uh-huh.” 

“Guilty.” you finally amend. 

Lia knows the best parts about you; knows exactly how and where to apply the pressure in the points you’re most vulnerable at. She’s got her fingers and knuckles in every little nook and cranny in your brain. It’s impossible to fight against. 

You could say you’ve got the same regard for her too. 

She’s sweet, witty, cocky when it counts, well knowledgeable, and has these sparkles in her eyes where you don’t mind stargazing for hours on end. The overall vibe she presents is so cozy, embracing you to a point where you’d be happy to settle and fall asleep in her arms because you can. 

There's no place she would rather be than in your arms, feet on top of yours, slowly dancing even if there isn’t any music playing. 

Another tender moment shared: you’ll take it for a keepsake, knowing more of those will come along the way. 

Nothing more wholesome could ever be like this: the gentle nose bumps, shared smiles, the quick kisses in each others’ ears. It’s straight out of a classic romance novel or movie -or, even when you’re imagining it’s just the two of you center stage at a jazz club and the band’s playing a slow ballad. 

Cheek to cheek you are with Choi Jisu - you’ll want to hold her close for eternity. 

“Wanna stay inside for today?” 

(Here, you’re probably laughing because Lia was already a homebody, so it’s pretty ironic.)

“We’re already here, so why not?” 

[goldberrg]

surely "bestfriends"

summary : You and Billy have been best friends for a while, but when he comes over unexpectedly.

TW's – cursing, sex (in details)

The end of your pencil tapped against the edge of your desk, the side of your head resting on your hand. Your leg bounced to the same rhythm as your pencil, while you listened to your teacher finish up telling you guys about a project. You were all reading "Pride and Prejudice", or at least had read it, and now needed to do the final project for it. You were aloud to work in groups of up to four, but you knew you'd only be working with one person – your best friend, Billy Hargrove.

Billy's step-mom, Susan, and your own mother were close friends. They worked together, and when you had been invited over for dinner the first week they moved to Hawkins, you and Billy had clicked. The two of you spent most of the night in his room, flipping through his vinyl's and helping him hang up his posters. You couldn't help but mock him about the clichè Playboy posters he had, and all the random crap in his room. But the two of you hit it off, becoming close friends quick.

And now he was your partner for every english assignment, art project, and science project. Those were the three classes you shared together. The first time you tried pairing up with someone other than him, a girl named Cheryl, he didn't speak to you for three whole days. Even when he drove you to and from school, he blared his music so loud your ears rang for hours afterwards.

Only after the project was over, and you showed up at his door with two tickets to see a movie.

Once your teacher had finished giving out her information and instructions, the class dispersed to get with their groups or partners. You leaned your head back, already finding Billy getting up from his seat behind you. He tossed his backpack onto the now-vacant desk beside yours, slamming his body into the chair with a grunt. This was your cue to get up and go get the poster board you would need for the project. You returned with a plain, white board compared to the other varying colors of purple, green, blue and red.

— Get your gross feet off the desk. — you ordered, glaring down at Billy since your hands were preoccupied. Billy rolled his eyes, but complied and removed his feet, the legs of the chair falling back onto the floor.

— Alright, doll, what's the plan? — Billy questioned, reaching into your backpack and pulling out your personal copy of the book. You'd already read the book various times throughout middle school and early high school, so you and Billy switched off borrowing your book.

— I figured I'd paint the board, sort of like a collage. Have different things on it. — you explained, looking down at him from the other side of the desk.

— Sounds good to me. We have two weeks, right? — he asked, quirking an eyebrow up at you.

— Yup, so if you don't finish the book by then, I'll kick your fucking ass. — you hissed, watching as he paused his skimming through the book.

— What?

— There weren't any lions in the book, jerk. You have two days to finish it. You're three fourths done, because that's how much we've read together, so you can finish a hundred pages by Thursday. — you sighed, rolling your eyes.

You walked over and sat in your own chair.

— Yeah, yeah, alright Your Highness. — he grumbled, closing the book and tossing it on top of the poster. — What else? We're doing the whole 'main characters, theme, plot, climax' stuff, right?

— Of course that's the only word you'd remember. — you grinned, shoving his shoulder as he laughed. — The dramatic structure, yes. And all the other stuff. We'll split it up. — you said, putting the book away. — You're coming over after dropping Max off, right? — you asked, standing up.

— Yeah. Most likely around 4:00. — he said, standing up as well when the bell rang and slinging his bag over his shoulder. — Let's go, doll.

Once Billy dropped you off at home, you laid the poster board on your bed and your backpack by your desk. You decided to shower and change into comfy clothes before Billy came over, after all you had about an hour. So you grabbed a pair of skull pajama pants and a big shirt, before heading into the bathroom. You turned the water on high, stripping off your clothes from the day, leaving you in your underwear. Grabbing your moms essential rose oil, you dropped a couple drops into the shower before leaving it slightly unopened on the rack next to the shower. The smell would help relieve the tension of the day, and get you focused for schoolwork. Finally, you took off your bra and underwear, stepping in.

The hot water hit you in the face, and you welcomed it. Scrubbing your face, you made sure to get your mascara and concealer off so that when you got out you wouldn't look horrifying. You let the water travel to your hair, smoothing it down your shoulders. Steam filled up the bathroom, the smell of rose invading your senses.

The roaring of the water was so loud that you didn't hear your front door open or Billy shouting for you name.

Billy pulled up to your driveway, hopping out of his car and heading up to the front door. Max had been dropped off at Mike's, not Dustin's, so it was a lot closer than he thought. He decided not to stop at home afterwards, and just head straight to your place. So he got there around 3:20, rather than 4:00. Not that big of a deal.

Banging on the door, Billy waited a minute or two for you to answer. When you didn't, he tried again, but louder. After the third time, Billy just barged in, rolling his eyes at the fact it was unlocked.

— Hey! Y/N? — he called out, hearing the shower running. Kicking his shoes off by the door, Billy tossed his jacket onto the back of your couch. He didn't hear a response from you, so he headed towards the bathroom. Knocking on the door with his knuckles, he leaned against the frame.

— Come in! — Billy's eyes shot open, looking at the closed door in shock.

As you were putting shampoo into your hair, you heard a knock on the bathroom door. You looked over at it through the glass doors, thinking of who it could be. Your mom wouldn't be home until later, and an intruder wouldn't fucking knock. So you probably lost track of time, and it was Billy.

— Come in. — you called out, not minding if he did or not. The glass walls were textured and opaque so he wouldn't be able to see anything porn-worthy.

And the two of you had paraded around in front of each other with your underwear on before, it wasn't much different. There was a pause before the door creaked open, and the outline of Billy came in.

— Sorry I'm early, doll. — he said, his voice darker than normal. — It didn't take as long to drop Max off. And I figured I'd stop by right after to get a head start on the project, maybe hang out for a while. I didn't realize you'd be naked.

— It's fine. — you laughed, opening the door slightly so you could poke your head out. He was sitting on the sink counter, shirtless. Every other girl in Hawkins was wet for Billy Hargrove, how could they not be? And of course you fell into that category. But you couldn't express it like they could, even though you were closer to him than they were. A few times a week, you'd find your hand sneaking down your underwear, his name leaving your mouth as you writhed against your sheets.

— Don't take too long, alright? — Billy pleaded, when he looked up and saw you looking out of the shower. His cheeks were red, but you passed it off as the hot steam. — Why the hell does it smell like roses in here? There aren't any flowers. — he questioned suddenly, lifting his nose in the air and diverting his eyes away from your wet neck.

— It's my momma's rose oil. I use it to relax. — you said, a 'duh' tone to your voice as you closed the door. — And I'll take however damn long as I please.

— Course you will. — Billy grumbled, and you smirked to yourself. You washed away the shampoo as Billy fired off more questions. — Why do you need rose oil to relax? Doesn't that burning water help?

— Not entirely. It helps my muscles from being hunched over all day, and the steam helps with my nose. But the rose oil adds the extra flare. It's rejuvenating.

— Rejuvenating? The hell's that supposed to mean? — Billy ridiculed, hopping off the counter and moving closer to the door so he could hear you better over the shower.

— It's like... I don't know Billy! — you huffed, opening the door suddenly and popping your head out. You were startled when you came face-to-face with him, noticing the way his eyes darted down to your nearly exposed chest and back up. — It helps with headaches, my skin if I apply it directly onto it, and the smell is just nice. Don't you think? It's just fucking relaxing. Unlike you right now. It's amplified in the shower, so I apologize if you're not getting the full treatment. — you snapped, getting frustrated. Having Billy so close in an intimate setting was rough, especially when you couldn't touch. It was like a goddamn museum, you can look, drool and adore. But if you touch, you're getting arrested.

— I'm getting the full treatment just fine, baby. — Billy snickered, leaning closer to you as his eyes dragged up and down your hidden form. Your face heated up, and you shot your hand out, shoving his face back.

— Pff, yeah right, Hargrove. — you scoffed, closing the door and diving under the water. Your breathing was heavy and you tried to mellow it out by focusing on your conditioner.

— You still with that Caden guy? — Billy suddenly asked, his voice now on the other side of the doors, causing your eyebrows to furrow.

— No, I broke it off two weeks ago. Remember? He couldn't decide if he wanted me or Jenny more, even though he was fucking her the whole time.?— you laughed dryly, running the conditioner through your hair as you shook your head at the memory.

— Good. — Billy muttered, but you still caught it. — You could do so much better than him.

— Yeah? — you laughed, shaking your hair to even out the conditioner. — Like who, you?

— Exactly like me. — you stopped, and turned to the end of the doors. There was an audible zipping sound, causing your heart to speed up.

— That so? And what makes you think that, Billy? — you called out, biting your lip and turning to face the water again, washing out the conditioner, in hopes of calming yourself. Your heart hammered against your chest when you heard the shower doors open, as if it was about to leap out of your throat. You didn't turn around however, opting to close your eyes as the water hit your face.

— Cause. — he replied simply, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear.

Your eyes shot open as rough hands gripped at your hips, spinning you around. Your arms collided with Billy's chest, your head tilting up to look at him. His blond hair was beginning to stick to his face, and his blue eyes stuck out more than ever against the tiles. You weren't given anymore time to admire him, because his lips were on yours instantly. Both of you were swallowing water, your lips pushing against each other desperately. Billy walked the two of you backwards carefully, making sure you didn't slip, until your back hit the wall. You were now out of the harsh spray of the water, and you broke away to gasp for clear air.

— Are you.. — you attempted to ask, not wanting him to regret this, and have the friendship ruined.

— Yes, yes I'm sure, Y/N. — Billy said, not giving you the chance to finish. His hand reached up, pushing your wet, dark hair out of your face before leaning back down to capture you in another demanding kiss. Your fingers tangled in his damp curls, tugging slightly when his hands gripped your waist tightly.

Billy moved his hands under your thighs and crouched, indicating you to jump, and you did. Your legs tightened around his waist for dear life, knowing that if either of you gave out it'd end in a naked hospital trip.

— Fuck. — you moaned out, breaking the kiss as his cock rubbed against your pussy, tilting your head back. Billy ducked his head, attaching his mouth to the center of your throat, biting the thin flesh before sucking it. You whimpered, moving your body up and down the slick wall slightly, giving the both of you more friction. His nails dug into your ass, pinning you to the wall so you couldn't move.

— Don't do that, princess. — he warned lowly, vibrating against your throat. You could feel the occasional pulse of his cock against you, and you wanted nothing more than for it to be in you. Whether it was your mouth or pussy, you didn't care. You just wanted it.

— Billy, please. — you whined, after having waited patiently for him to finishing sucking on your neck.

— What do you want, baby. — he growled, pulling back to look up at you. You didn't answer him, instead you held onto his shoulders tightly so you could unwrap your legs without death. Once your feet were safely on the ground, you flipped the two of you, so his back was against the wall and your back was facing the water. Giving him a smirk, you kissed the corner of his mouth before getting on your knees. Billy's tongue darted out, licking along his lips while looking down at you, his hand running through your wet hair. Grabbing his dick in your hand, you pulled at it a few times, twisting your hand along the base. Leaning down, you gave the tip a few kitten licks, gathering the pre-cum onto your tongue. Looking up at Billy, you waited until his eyes fluttered closed before taking the beginning of his dick into your mouth.

— Ugh, Y/N. — Billy grunted, his hold on your hair tightening. You smiled internally, licking the underside of his cock, and then left to right in order to ease your mouth farther down. It took a few minutes, but soon enough the tip had gone past your tonsils. Your eyes were watering, and saliva was dribbling out of the edges of your mouth. Billy's hips bucked against your mouth, his tight grip on your hair giving you a steady rhythm. Continuous moans streamed out of his mouth, and eventually you were roughly pulled off of his dick.

— Not yet, baby. — he said, more so to himself than you. You understood what he meant, and grinned in satisfaction. Putting his finger under your chin, Billy guided you to stand up. Holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger, Billy pulled you in for a slower, more passionate kiss. Your hands rested on his chest, relishing in the warmth of the water and his body. His free hand traveled down the small of your back, tickling you as he went, before gropping your ass.

— Billy.. — you gasped, your voice breathless. You grinded yourself against him again, growing impatient. You looked into his eyes, chewing on your bottom lip to keep in your needy whines. Billy simply smirked down at you, fully aware of what it was you wanted – no, needed.

— Hmm? — he hummed, a wicked grin on his face. You let out an impatient huff, ducking your head to harshly bite at his shoulder. Billy hissed out, the hold on your ass tightening before it released. You thought he was just gonna move you two, but instead he brought his hand down in a harsh slap.

— Ah, Fuck. — you cried out in shock, arching your back.

— Don't bite. — he warned, and then he finally pushed your body against the wall on the side, the cool tile instantly calming down your burning ass cheek.

— Then fuck me already, you jerk. — you snapped, running your thumb over the bite mark on his shoulder. Billy's eyebrow rose at your bold statement, and you simply grinned up at him. His fingers ran down your stomach, tracing at your curves and marks of imperfections. He kept eye contact with you as his middle and ring finger dipped between your folds, slowly dragging from your entrance to your clit. Your body jumped at finally being touched, a sigh leaving your mouth. His thumb rolled around your nub, your hips jerking occasionally, while his middle finger worked it's way inside you. A small grunt sounded in your throat, and you held onto Billy's shoulder, leaning your head against the wall. Once his middle finger was in to the knuckle, he pushed in his ring finger and began pumping them in and out of you, curling them.

— Ugh. — you whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulder. Billy started kissing his way around your jaw, neck and chest, occasionally licking your nipple for fun. He added his forefinger after a minute, another moan escaping. You bit your lip, hard, holding in another whimper.

— Why are you being so quiet, princess? It's just us. — he mused, biting at your earlobe.

— I don't wanna boost your ego. — you snickered, yelping when his thumb pressed down on your clit and his fingers dug inside you even more.

— Yeah, well. — he laughed, shaking his head. — You can't hide the sounds you're making down here. — he snickered, slowly pulling his three fingers out of you and bringing them to his mouth. His tongue moved between his fingers, licking your juices and the shower water off of them. You watched, mesmerized.

Once his fingers were cleaned to his liking, he gripped the back of your thighs, having you jump up again. He gave you a nod, questioning if you were ready or not. You nodded yours quickly, having been ready for this for months. Aligning his cock with your entrance, Billy didn't have the ability to ease himself in because of your guys positions. So with one quick thrust, he was inside you, his hand splayed out against the wall and the other gripping your ass.

— Fuck. — you screamed, throwing your head back, crying out when it hit the wall. Billy was big, bigger than his three fingers. Your arms pulled him closer, trying to even out your breathing and relax your muscles around him. Billy didn't move, small moans being breathed into the crook of your neck.

— I'm sorry, doll. — he whispered, knowing it hurt. You didn't have lube or a condom, and not much preparation.

— No, no, don't apologize. — you said quickly, squeezing yourself around him to emphasize. — It's fine. You can.. you can start.

Billy removed his head to look at you, but when you gave him a nod he started moving. He thrusted slowly, not wanting to lose his grip on you or push your body. Both of you were breathing heavily, and you moved your body along his, matching his thrusts with your own.

— God. — he moaned, pulling his cock farther out before slamming back in, continuing the movement over and over again. Your nails scratched their way over his shoulder blades, biceps, back and anywhere they could reach. The pain was decreasing as the thrusting went on, and when Billy moved you slightly to the left, slamming back in, your eyes shot open.

— Holy fuck, right there, Billy! — you shouted out, arching yourself into him.

Billy smirked up at you, licking his bottom lip and doing as you said. He quickened his pace, no longer hearing your hisses of pain, and thrusted into you quickly. The sound of his skin slapping against yours, as well as the sound of your back hitting the wall, echoed throughout the bathroom, overpowering the shower.

— Ugh, god. — Billy grunted, throwing his head back. — I can't hold out much longer, Y/N. — he moaned, looking down at you just as you opened your eyes to look at him.

— I'm close too. — you whimpered, hiking yourself higher up on the wall, screaming out when his cock hit the spot again, but deeper. — Fuck, fuck, fuck. — you moaned, a streamline of curse words leaving your mouth. — Billy, I'm.. — you tried to warn him, but a high pitched moan escaped before you could finish as the heat in the bottom of your stomach exploded. A wave of warmth washed over you, your toes curling and your thighs squeezing around Billy, pulling him closer. You mouth fell open, letting out a small, quiet gasp as you orgasmed.

Billy pulled out quickly, feeling his own orgasm wash over him, and his hot cum sprayed over your stomach and the tops of your thighs. Your head fell to his shoulder limply, your body slipping down the shower wall, as it shook from your orgasm. You could see your thighs wiggling, and Billy gently lowered you to the floor. When the cold shower water hit you, you welcomed it, letting the cum wash off of you.

— Hey. — Billy whispered, his arms wrapping around you from behind. — This isn't a one time thing. I want you to be mine.

— Good. — you grinned, a giddy feeling coming over you, more intense than your orgasm. You turned around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. — Let's go take a nap, that project can wait until later.

[itwasntimethatdidit40]

Get to know your moots.

Thanks for the tag @almostempty and @probablyreadinsmut 💗

what's the origin of your blog title?: “When it comes to love I don’t choose sides” y'all know where it comes from, right? Oberyn 💗 it represents me well heheh

favorite fandoms: PPCU and I used to be a huge GOT fan.

OTP(s) + shipname: Braime, Jaime Lannister + Brienne of Tarth (don't talk to me about that shitty ending, it still haunts me in my sleep)

favorite color: black. But also red, white and pink.

favorite game: I don't play videogames since I was a child but I used to love Tetris and Pac-Man lol

song stuck in your head: currently Messy - Lola Young and another couple of songs I'm using for a ff I'm writing so no spoilers heheheh

weirdest habit/trait?: I have a closet full of clothes but I often tend to wear the same ones in rotation (I obviously wash them regularly 😂) out of convenience and habit, especially if I have to go to work. I only make an effort if I have dinners/birthdays/special occasions and things like that lol

And I regularly think that people hate me, so if I don't write to you often it's because I'm afraid of bothering you, not because I don't want to know you 🥲

hobbies: writing, reading, watching show/movies, I used to have a bullet journal and I used to practice hand lettering (can't keep up with it anymore but I still love it)

if you work, what's your profession?: I am the secretary in a medical office. I also have another job related to customer satisfaction.

if you could have any job you wish what would it be?: I'd love to be a writer (lol not skilled or even talented enough but hey, what do you expect from someone who shares her birthday with Emily Brontë?)

something you're good at: I’m quite good at cooking. I’m Italian, baby, it’s in my genes.

something you're bad at: I’m messy. I can draw like a 5 years old kid lol

something you love: concerts. I’ve been to 100+ concerts in my life and some of my favorite memories and trips are related to concerts I've been to.

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: I could still rant about Braime and GoT ending for hours. lol Also, concerts memories, I have some good stories 😂

something you hate: Lies. God, just tell me the truth ffs. And the majority of cis men. They just suck, you know.

something you collect: nothing. But I love stationary stuff. I could buy everything, I don't do it because I would waste my savings LMAO

something you forget: If I don't write things down on my phone it's very easy for me to forget them because my memory sucks.

what's your love language?: Cooking for someone, calling people a variety of pet names and/or finding a special one for them, being a great cheerleader, shower them with compliments and love. Just being there when they need help, I am a reliable person.

favorite movie/show: too many, jeeez. How am i supposed to choose? Some movies: When Harry met Sally, Parasite, Almost Famous, Fried Green Tomatoes, Brokeback Mountains, Stand by me, Aftersun, Past Lives, Promising young woman, 10 things I hate about you, Love me if you dare, Rear window, Le conseguenze dell’amore (The consequences of love, it’s an Italian movie by Paolo Sorrentino).

Some shows: Breaking Bad, Better Call Saul, Friends, Fleabag, Jane the Virgin, My Brilliant Friend, When they see us, Sense8, Peaky Blinders, Mad Men, The Handmaid’s Tale, Grace and Frankie, Bojack Horseman, Normal People.

favorite food: sorry to be such an Italian clichè but pasta and pizza. I could eat them all day everyday lol I also love a good risotto, sushi and Pad Thai.

favorite animal: dogs. I love all of them but especially mine (obviously lol).

are you musical?: I can sing quite decently (I sing in in my car all the time hahahah) but I never studied music and I can’t play any instruments.

what were you like as a child?: I used to be bold and chatty, I always loved reading and writing.

favorite subject at school?: Literature and Art.

least favorite subject?: Math. I’m the worst at it.

what's your best character trait?: loyalty and respect. I never make unsolicited judgments about anyone's body or comment on it, I never ask those shitty questions like "when are you graduating, when are you getting married, why are you still single, when are you having a baby" you know, right? I hate them, I hate them deeply and I think people should mind their own fucking business.

what's your worst character trait?: Lack of self-esteem, laziness, my poor memory. And I don’t give second chances, once you hurt me you’re out of my life permanently and I totally forget about you like you meant nothing for me (I kinda love that about me but I know it can be brutal lol)

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be?: I wish I was damn rich and not have to work hahah I would like to be more sporty but I hate doing sports lol I promise I’m going to try to force myself to do something for my well being.

if you could travel in time who would you like to meet?: The first person that comes to my mind is Artemisia Gentileschi, (b: 1593 d: 1656) she was an Italian painter. Read something about her, she’s fucking great ♥️ Also, my grandpa, I loved him so much and he passed away when I was 15. I would love to meet him again.

recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love!):

I love so many so I’m going with last ones that I read and I thought WOW, this is amazing and deserves so much more attention:

Yes ma’am - @sizzlingcloudmentality

Law of attraction series - @baronessvonglitter

Pretty boy - @joelmillerisapunk

Npt: @joelmillerisapunk @milla-frenchy @baronessvonglitter @aurorawritestoescape @thundermartini @schnarfer @sizzlingcloudmentality @cvntclip @evolnoomym @msjarvis @arcanefox207 @gothcsz 💗

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28| A lighthouse

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date: 21/02/2025

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—Now playing: You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift ✫

How long does it take to form a new habit? Various studies have been conducted, and all have yielded different results.

Some say that, on average, it takes more than two months to make the habit an automatic behaviour. Others say it can vary between eighteen to two-hundred-and-fifty-four days. Others follow the 21/90 rule: it takes twenty-one days to establish a new habit and ninety to make it a permanent lifestyle change.

Always remember that it also depends on the person, the behaviour, and the circumstances. These are the keywords because it did not take long—exactly five days—before Taehyung’s new afterschool hang-out spot became Daphne’s bedroom. He just needed a house tour and he’d be set.

On Wednesday evening, he hopped back home in the frigid air but didn’t feel cold. It wasn’t because of the layering underneath his thick jacket. It wasn’t because of calf-high socks underneath his baggy jeans and snug his big boots. It wasn’t even for the black beanie covering his ears. 

The constant movement of the butterflies in his stomach was enough to heat his system, up to his face, leaving a red tint in its wake. He didn’t try to hide it, not needing to since he was the only one walking along the road, aside from the occasional cars passing by.

The butterfly feeling in his guts was so strong that he too wanted to leap into the air and fly. But he also wanted to jump and click his heels together. Scream, and let the neighbourhood know what was going on in his life, what had happened during the day, and what went on in his heart, mind, and soul. 

If it hadn’t been for the late hours, he would have met more people along the road, bit his lip, and held his hands to restrain himself from bothering them because he’d stop them by their shoulders, look into their eyes, and ask them to ask him how his day had gone—an excuse to rant about his marvellous day.

The passerbies would look puzzled and he’d be smiling brightly. Their confusion would increase when he’d talk, almost blabber, even if they didn’t utter a word. He’d be screaming some words, whispering others. His hands would leave their shoulders to join in front of his chest in pure admiration.

Then, he’d come back to his senses. He’d apologise, shaking his head and realising they’d never understand him. Not when the words to describe his feelings haven’t been created yet.

How would he explain how he saw the world when opening the door for him, his eyes landed on her? How would he explain how he felt when she showed him there was lunch for him too? There was no way to even distantly talk about how he felt when she led him to her bedroom and when he found two chairs before her desk. 

He wasn’t stupid. She was the house's only child at the moment, so why would she need two chairs to study? He didn’t completely exclude the possibility of her simply having peculiar tastes but he liked imagining she did that for him. He liked permitting himself to revel in the extraordinary beauty of his daydreams.

How would he explain how he felt when she cried and he successfully restored her mood? Not to talk about the leap his heart did in his chest when she didn’t decline his hug. A part of him feared she heard it, heard how his heart refused to listen to his brain and got so excited that he wanted to cry.

The cherry on top was how the day evolved. How the sad moment faded deeply into the background—in fact, the background’s background. How they teased each other. How he made her blush, especially when she accidentally fell on him.

It was like a scene from a movie, the cliché type that usually gains eye-rolls from experienced people. Yet, when it happened to him, it became all he could think about. He wasn’t a fan of clichè himself but it became his favourite scene of the movie, the one he’d constantly go back and watch.

That was why he wanted to scream and stop the pedestrians. But all this didn’t happen, not outwardly. It was just the best way to describe what transpired within the community of butterflies in his stomach. 

Once under the showerhead that evening, he successfully quenched the fire caused by those winged creatures, restoring his normal-guy facade. That was why he seemed nonchalant when he walked to Daphne’s front door after school on Thursday and Friday. 

Daphne was the opposite, looking normal in his absence and losing her wits whenever he came around.

Waking up and feeling bad wasn’t a recurring event for her. The reasons always orbited around sickness and physical distress. But that Wednesday evening, she wanted to scream at her mom for waking her up to have dinner.

The woman didn’t know what her daughter’s brown eyes veiled as she walked out of her bedroom, leaving her alone in the bed. 

Daphne’s buns had lost their true form and her face was carved by deep lines she earned throughout her sleep. 

She wasn’t unfamiliar with her bedroom. Who would be? She’d had enough time to settle in after moving so she wasn’t just reliving her childhood memories anymore. Instead, she made new ones. Yet, as she sat on her bed, the room looked different. Felt different.

She could still see Taehyung sitting at her desk, his back facing her as he studied. She could almost feel how the bed dipped when he sat beside her. Not to talk about how she could still feel the after-effects of his touch, warmth, and voice.

As she got up to see her reflection in the mirror and save her image, she could swear she could still smell his scent. Her fantasies would go crazy that night.

At the dinner table, her mom tried asking about her day to gain some information about how her condition developed throughout the day and her tutor. 

Daphne was skilled enough to diffuse the situation and quickly change the topic. She didn’t want to receive the same reaction as her grandparents’—the shame would make her combust—and she didn’t want to let her mom know her nose bled twice and he helped her through it—firstly because it was so embarrassing she didn’t want to remember it and secondly because she knew her mom would scold her for it, claiming to have warned her in the morning.

The details were overlooked and Daphne peacefully returned to her room, falling asleep only an hour later because she FaceTimed Cleo. 

If she wouldn’t open up to her family, she had to with her friend—yes, Cleo was a teasing freak, but it was still better.

When Daphne hit the ‘call’ button, she never expected to hit the ‘decline’ button way later, especially because she briefly fell asleep a couple of times in the meantime. Cleo’s squeals and excited exclamations were her snoozed alarm clock.

“He’s coming over again tomorrow?” Cleo’s facial expression was the same as Munch’s portrait ‘The Scream’ with the only difference being in her eyes, which glistened in glee and surprise. 

Daphne barely spoke throughout the call, humming and nodding to Cleo’s questions. Her friend could see the tiredness and the obvious hints of Daphne’s excitement, especially when looking at her rosy cheeks. 

“How was it?”“What did y’all do?”“How was he?”“Oh, my God! Tell me more!”

Not even the ‘Grease’ song could compare. 

Luckily for Daphne, everything has a beginning and an end. She fell asleep as soon as the call ended.

—Now playing: August by Taylor Swift ✫

The after-effects of Taehyung’s presence were so strong that the following morning on Thursday, she forgot about studying physics and decided to start a new book—remaining unaware of what Taehyung did the previous day. 

Her parents greeted her and left for work. Grandpa came over and, minutes later, Granny was at the door as well—no errands at Opes Nostras for the day.

They barely recognised her as she talked to them because her sore throat had decided it had come to stay. Her voice was deeper and audibly dry. Talking was as tasking as running up a huge flight of stairs. Breathing was as painful as repeatedly slicing the skin with a knife, let alone the loud club music playing within the confines of her skull. But all this couldn’t compare to the light yet omnipresent flutters in her chest.

After a good treatment from Granny and napping with her head on Grandpa’s lap on the couch, she was back on track—except for her voice. It was still hoarse.

She woke up and headed straight to the kitchen, making herself a latte. With the mug in her hands, she returned upstairs to read in her favourite nook, right by the window giving to the entrance to her neighbourhood. This was the same road Taehyung walked with Cleo as they returned from school hours later.

“Right on time for lunch, my dear!” 

The book in Daphne’s hands wasn’t an exceptionally big one, so, given how much time she spent on it, she was very close to finishing it. This was the only guidepost for Daphne, the only way to assume how much time she’d spent reading since she couldn’t keep track of it on her own.

She slammed the book closed when she heard a familiar voice sound from downstairs. She heard his voice before she saw him, warm and familiar, weaving through the house like it belonged there. And then, when she peered down the stairs, there he was. Looking up at her with the softest brown eyes, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips.

The scene was similar to her first day at the house when Cleo came to welcome her. But there was a difference. Multiple.

First, she was leading on the railing to take a peak.

Second, only her grandparents were at home while her parents were still at work.

Third, the resounding voice belonged to a male.

An important similarity: the dogs weren’t barking.

“Hey, there. How you doing?” 

Taehyung had already discarded his shoes and jacket, leaving them at the entrance. He greeted her grandparents, hugged Granny, and played with Loki and Luke’s furs since they almost wouldn’t let him in out of excitement. Finally, he went upstairs, following Grandpa’s indications.

He planned on startling her but opted for a polite smile instead when he saw her by the stairs.

“You’re reading…��� His gaze darkened playfully, approaching her to have a better look. “A fictional book, I hope.” 

Daphne smiled, understanding what he meant. “No, I didn’t open any physics book, so you don’t have to worry. Just be happy.” 

Taehyung gasped, dramatically placing a hand over his heart. "You mean you actually rested? Congratulations, you’re finally human."

He reached for the book, settling into her armchair like he belonged there. She watched him in silence, taking in the way he flipped through the pages so gently, so reverently, as if he cared about the things she loved.

Daphne watched for a brief moment, enjoying the way he made himself at home, before sitting on the arm of the chair. He was careful with his movements not to make her bookmark slip out and fall. Once he was satisfied, he closed it.

Then he noticed the second book.

“What’s this?” His fingers brushed the cover.

“That’s mine,” she replied instead. “Give it back.” She reached over to retrieve it, but he swiftly moved it away, looking at her in demand for a good answer. 

“I know it’s yours. I asked what it was.” Daphne looked at his face, surprised he had yet to spend a full minute with her but was already teasing her. How wasn’t he tired after six hours in school?

“It’s my journal—”

“Your journal?” Curiosity sparked in his eyes as he glanced between her and the journal. Daphne refused to linger on his beauty and lurched forward to take her journal. 

This wasn’t even the last thing. It wasn’t a thing at all. He mustn’t read her journal.

He moved his hand away and she leaned forward even more but, having a very slim surface to sit on, she eventually slipped onto his lap. 

She wanted to cuss out in shame but didn’t have the time when she saw him trying to open the journal. Multiple scenes of her life flashed before her eyes. 

“Taehyung, come on.” She tried to call for him to stop with the little strength in her weak voice although she couldn’t help laughing with him. 

To avoid being fully on his lap, she placed her knee between his legs and on the armchair, a position good enough for her to anticipate his moves and successfully save herself. But he had other plans.

“What could you be hiding here?” he sang tauntingly, bringing the journal closer to try and read, although he was joking and didn’t want to invade her privacy. He tickled her, drawing a shriek from her. 

Unwillingly, she gave him enough space to run away into her bedroom, the journal was still in his hands.

“Taehyung!” Daphne’s scream was heard all across the house and right after, Granny and Grandpa heard the stomping sounds of the teenagers as they ran after each other upstairs.

Granny looked up towards the stairs before moving on to her husband, who was chuckling on the couch.

“Oh, I hope you’re not laughing about the sound of her voice,” she warned him, turning around and placing her hands on her hips. 

Caught red-handed but not ready to admit it, Grandpa’s eyes bulged out and he raised his hands, claiming innocence. 

“Absolutely not. How dare me! Why would you even think that?” Granny had a subtle smile on her face but, having to maintain the serious facade, she narrowed her eyes at him and said: “Go check on them. It’s all fun and games until one of them gets hurt. Go, go!”

“Yeah, yeah. Totally. I’m going. In fact, I’m already there.” Nodding and shoving a biscuit in his mouth, he rushed off the couch and went upstairs where the commotion wasn’t anywhere close to cooling down.

“Why do you do this?” Daphne cried out, waving left and right to match Taehyung’s movements from the other side of her bed.

“You want to repeat what happened yesterday? Blush so hard that you—”

“Shut up!” she screamed, launching forward across the bed quickly enough to wrap her arms around his waist but not strongly enough to stop him from dragging her with himself as he ran away from her. This made them both land on the floor, with Daphne on top and Taehyung’s arm trying to stretch beyond its limit to keep the journal away.

“Taehyung, give it back—”

“What’s going on here?— Oh, My God. Daphne, you can’t have our visitor on the floor like this,” Grandpa intervened, standing at the door in utter surprise.

“Yeah, tell her, Grandpa—”“You’re the one trying to snoop into my stuff—”“You know I’d never do it. I’m just teasing you—”“Stop teasing me then!”

He didn’t. In fact, the next day, on Friday, he found something new to tease her about: her childhood pictures. He hadn’t planned anything. Life just had a way of handing him golden opportunities.

While Daphne helped Granny finish a few things in the kitchen, Taehyung decided to help by setting the table, which was quick. This allowed him some spare time to roam around the place, observing the space Daphne called home. The space that took part in creating an amazing and beautiful person like her.

Every corner held a story, every detail whispered something about the girl who had, in such a short time, become an unshakable part of his life-. On the other hand, the framed pictures on the walls and on the pieces of furniture screamed everything about Daphne.

“Is this Cleo or was Daphne once blonde?” 

The two women turned around confused at the ringing sound of his question, keeping their hands busy in front of them. 

“What are you talking about?” Granny asked, mindlessly returning to her task but Daphne? Her reaction was instant—eyes widening, breath hitching, and hands moving at lightning speed to wipe themselves before rushing into the living room.

“Tae, get your hands off that!” She ran to him, but the frame was already in the air, a picture capturing her and Cleo grabbing each other’s faces in the backseat of a car.

His eyes gleamed with mischief when his eyes flicked down to Daphne’s frantic expression, and admiration when they returned to the framed picture. 

Taehyung chuckled, effortlessly sidestepping her. She grabbed his sweater, fingers tightening around the fabric, but he twisted away, keeping the frame out of reach. Her body pressed closer in pursuit, the warmth of her presence sending an involuntary jolt through him. She was determined, her brows furrowed in frustration, and her cheeks flushed—not just from exertion but something else entirely.

If Granny had any thoughts about their antics, she kept them to herself, though she did side-eye them from the kitchen, lips twitching in quiet amusement. It made her wonder if they had ever been friends. Their behaviour showed they proudly skipped that stage yet refused to admit it openly.

Had Asher been there, he would’ve pointed it out without hesitation. He would’ve told Daphne she behaved like Cleo did with Nick that Sunday afternoon. 

There was barely any distance between them. Daphne gripped every piece of his clothing she could reach. But Taehyung, taking delight in the game, retaliated with occasional tickles to her sides, making her shriek and momentarily retreat before diving back in. It was a mess of breathless laughter, teasing insults, and whispered pleas.

Their interactions over the weekend didn’t change either, and their audience grew. The first new add-ons were Daphne’s parents, specifically the mom, who on Saturday couldn’t help but look for little occasions to go downstairs where her daughter and Taehyung sat on the couch, facing each other. 

Taehyung was on the couch with his tablet, ready to ask Daphne questions while the latter faced him with both feet on the sofa, hiding underneath the warmth of his leg. 

Objectively, it was an innocent view, nothing alarming, but Daphne’s mom had noticed that Taehyung liked to adjust her daughter’s hair as she spoke. 

He moved as if it was second nature. He looked at her in a way the woman couldn’t simply claim was out of friendship. If friends looked at each other that way, it’d mean that no one was ever really in love with their significant other.

The second add-on was Cleo, who suffered alone with them—the girl had never third-wheeled so hard in her life, and they weren’t even dating.

On Sunday, Cleo decided to tag along for a final revision with Daphne and Taehyung. Staying around them felt like being around a newlywed couple but they weren’t even dating. They bickered over a physics question like an old married couple.

Daphne kept denying the obvious and Cleo tried giving her friend a reality check that night on FaceTime before going to bed. 

“Y’all are glued to the hip!” She accused, gesturing wildly.  “What really happened these days when he went over to your house? It seemed like y’all hung out for longer than just three days. It proves my point you see,” she began, moving her hands as if holding a lecture.

“There’s no point—” Cleo cut off Daphne’s attempted objection.

“The point is that he likes you. I think anyone can see it. I’m not blind. Just wait for Monday. If anyone else sees you interacting you’ll understand what I mean.”

And on Monday, Daphne proved Cleo’s theory without realising it. The audience grew progressively bigger.

—Now playing: Breathin by Ariana Grande ✫

As soon as the bell rang, Daphne made a beeline for it, almost disregarding her friends’ presence.

Washed over by happiness, assurance, and a lingering sense of nervousness, she didn’t bother about the embarrassment of being under the spotlight when entering another classroom filled with strangers. As soon as she reached the door, her eyes landed on Taehyung and didn’t budge as she walked up to him. 

Recess had just begun, the bell rang seconds ago and yet, she was already there, standing in front of his desk and waiting for him to get up. Her fixation on him kept her unaware of the glances from his classmates.

Behind their colourful orbs were curiosity and speculation. Who was the new add-on to the group? She undeniably had the looks. She clearly had a close connection to Taehyungg— enough to walk into his space and urge him to get up and join her outside. She even greeted the rest of the group. But this wasn’t the main question in their head. 

The heavy tendency to create gossip pushed most of them to wonder if Daphne was more than a friend to Taehyung. It made them think about Adrielle, who was constantly shipped with the boy despite how many times Taehyung dated another girl.

They began drawing comparisons despite the obvious difference. Adrielle had always been poised, collected, a presence that fit neatly beside Taehyung’s own. But this girl? This girl pulled him. There was something natural in the way they interacted, an ease that suggested they had known each other longer than they had. And that… that was enough to stir the gossip mill.

It was stupid but it was there, in the forefront of their minds—or at least of those who gossip entertained.

Nonetheless, Daphne’s stance was enough to spur Taehyung. He quickly got up, hand unconsciously reached over to her although it didn’t touch hers. It just graced her back when she turned around to lead the way out of the classroom.

“So, how did it go?” he asked her as they ventured into the waxing chaos in the hallway. Since his classroom was near a window, he leaned against the sill, watching her closely.

“I don’t know,” she whined, giving up the act. She was frustrated. Taehyung, reading the signs instantly, straightened and placed his hands on her shoulders almost as if he wanted to shake the uncertainty out of her body.

“Lauri, listen to me,” he called, looking for her eyes with his. She looked left and right, biting her lip and shaking her leg, giving him the reaction he didn’t want. 

“Hey, breathe,” he softly told her, lifting her chin to guide her eyes to his. “You have to breathe. Come on.”

Daphne nodded, trying to ease the nervous movement of her leg. She changed her stance, standing upright and took a few shaky yet deep breaths. 

“There you go,” he began, letting his hands slide from her shoulders to her arms before returning against the wall. “Now,” he said, “Tell me how it went.”

A few nods and Daphne finally spoke, going down memory lane to refer to him every detail.  The closer she got to taking the test itself, the more her breath was halved. 

Unconsciously, her leg resumed shaking and she gathered her arms before her chest. “The third exercise was… what? It was honestly terrible—”

“Did you try to solve it?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Her voice shook with her body. “I tried doing something but after talking to the others, I doubt I solved it correctly.” She hurriedly explained, biting her lip harder.

He didn't try to push it any further and decided to let his actions speak in his spite: He pulled her in for a hug, which she didn't refuse but warmly reciprocated so much that he had to reprimand himself for even reacting to it. It wasn't the time for his heart to feel that way.

Unconsciously, he swayed left and right, leaning his cheek against her head. She eased her nerves in the warmth of his hug and let herself sway with him. They both inhaled each other’s scent, cementing it in their brains so much that anything of their everyday life could remind them of each other.

This contact shook many, mostly his and her classmates, random students walking by but, most especially, their friends, who didn’t know they’d gotten so close. They didn’t know that Taehyung and Daphne shared a bond which felt oddly familiar, like home. 

Since the first day they met, they didn’t feel like real strangers. Barely any wall was around them and they didn’t experience the classic awkwardness of making new friends. 

From the moment they met, they were never really strangers at all.

Jimin stepped out of his classroom, his brows knitting together at the sight before him. Taehyung and Daphne, wrapped in a hug. Close—too close. He had no idea when they had become like this, but if he had seen the quiet snaps exchanged between them, maybe he wouldn’t have been so surprised.

—Now playing: You Are In Love by Taylor Swift ✫

While some people started their mornings with a simple ‘good morning’ text, Taehyung and Daphne had developed their own routine—pictures. A snap, a mirror selfie, anything that felt effortless yet personal. Their shared topic of the week? Glasses.

They had always known the other wore them, but something about seeing it in real-time, caught in the intimacy of a morning routine, made it different. It let them linger on the thought a little longer.

Daphne had sent him a mirror selfie taken right before she began her self-care routine after revising physics. Her hair was up in a refreshed bun. Her glasses were delicately placed on her nose bridge, a toothbrush in one hand, and her phone in the other. On her face an expression of feigned–yet not so feigned—stress.

Taehyung received the messages while he brushed his teeth and, momentarily stopping, posed with a lazy peace sign in the air, and replied with a snap himself, unaware to have made her smile from the other side of the screen—the same way she was unaware of the tingling warmth in his chest whenever he thought of how comfortable she’d become around him.

Of the two friend groups combined, only Cleo and Adrielle saw how their relationship developed. 

Cleo was Daphne’s best friend, her walking journal. She’d vent out on paper and to her. Adrielle was Taehyung’s closest friend, a female version of Jimin. They didn’t talk much about each other’s feelings but they spent enough time together for her to notice the shift in his behaviour as the weeks progressed.

Taehyung’s home was her first stop before the bus stop every morning and, ever since Daphne walked into his life, the morning conversations at his place changed topics. 

The bus rides were another giveaway. Cleo and Adrielle saw Taehyung and Daphne’s interactions on the bus despite the distance, so neither was surprised to see the two hugging in the hallway. They just didn’t know it was another step of the staircase leading to each other’s hearts. 

They’d already skipped a few steps and it gained speed since the hug they shared in her bedroom. Now, it’d become second nature to them.

While unwilling to invite their teasing, Daphne preferred keeping her guy friends out of the loop, Taehyung��s friends didn’t just want to be in the loop—they wanted to create it, have a say on how it’d evolve.

Daphne’s first two hours of school were completely different from Taehyung’s: she took a test on the infamous complicated physics topic while he was squished between Jungkook and Avyyanna, who felt like wedding planners.

Jimin and Adrielle sat in the row before them, revising English literature for an upcoming oral test. Behind them, Jungkook and Avyanna had their heads bent over a laptop, their hushed voices anything but discreet.

“Want something classy?”“Ew, no. That sucks. Something down-to-earth maybe?”“What do you want, sorry? The pathetic living room cinema set-up—”“Hey, what do you have against that? It’s cute!”“Yeah, Taehyung, don’t listen to her.”

He wasn’t. They were supposed to be working for him and not in his stead, so he didn’t dare to utter a word, scared they’d hate his ideas and stone him to death for even having the most distant thought. 

He already had a few things in mind. He just needed to make sure they were possible.

Nonetheless, their chatter distracted their friends: Jimin wanted to participate so badly, claiming that wedding planners work better with a well-established team, while Adrielle could only sigh whenever Jimin would get distracted and stop listening to her revisions.

It was amidst this chaos that Taehyung saw Daphne walk in, straight to him, her presence eclipsing everything else. Only after returning his mind to earth did he realise the bell had rung.

He slammed the laptop shut, forgetting any discussion of ‘plans’. “What plans? Oh, please” —more like holy shit. 

They spent most of the break in each other’s arms, trying to convince themselves they were helping each other. Yet, if you were to ask their hearts, the answers would say otherwise—despite saying the same words.

He wanted to believe he was being nice and comforting her. She tried convincing herself that he was just being kind enough to help her in a moment of light crisis. 

Pff.

The bell’s shrill ring eventually broke their moment, forcing them to pull apart. Her nerves had settled, and he had ensured she was okay. Yet, the ghost of the hug lingered.

To return to a routine he had learned to love, Taehyung asked if she was hungry, ready to buy her something from the bar. By now, she didn’t even bother resisting—he was stubborn, and she secretly adored the way he doted on her. With a soft hum of agreement, she practically skipped back to her classroom, her earlier anxiety replaced with lighthearted giddiness.

They had a system now.

She would ask to go the bathroom just minutes before the bell would ring, he’d do the same, and they’d meet in the hallway to head to the bar together.

This was done on purpose and with no one present, within minutes, and as the bell rang, they had their food in hand as they headed to their hang-out spot, one of many now.

In school, they’d stay on the stairwell or by the window. Out of school, they’d go to the library or Daphne’s home.

—Now playing: I GUESS I’M IN LOVE  by Clinton Kane ✫

As a sign of Daphne’s recovery, they opted for the library, going separate ways from their friends.

Yes, she had one last physics test to retake, but it was on an easier topic—one she hadn’t failed due to a lack of understanding but rather bad time management. Still, it gave her an excuse to spend more time with him. Not that she would ever admit it.

Side by side, they walked briskly through the biting cold, their bodies angled slightly toward each other as if drawn by an invisible force. The moment they stepped into the warmth of the library, a quiet relief settled over them. Their voices naturally dropped to hushed whispers, their giggles muffled as they weaved through bookshelves, heading toward their usual secluded spot.

Together, away from the world, they slipped into their own rhythm. One that felt a lot like something more than friendship—though neither dared to say it aloud. Not yet.

Even when Taehyung’s heart clenched in his chest later on the bus. 

After spending the afternoon stealing glances from each other, suppressing giggles, and doing their homework, they left the library at the usual time, heading to the bus stop. The familiarity of the routine wrapped around them like a shared-yet-not-so-shared secret.

Daphne had noticed how he liked putting their bags on the empty seat on his left so he’d be right next to her—no distractions, no obstacles. Just them.

On the other hand, Taehyung had picked on something too: Daphne’s body was always angled towards him. She wasn’t facing the front anymore, causing their knees to touch. Such a tiny detail that occupied a great space in their hearts. His hands almost twitched at the temptation to lift her leg and drape it over his, but he restrained himself, jaw flexing with the effort.

Taehyung felt it before he saw it—the shift in her energy, the slight tension in her shoulders. It sent a pang through his chest, an unfamiliar clench he didn’t want to name. He followed her gaze to the phone in her hands, the screen alight with unwelcome messages.

“Who’s this?” he asked, voice low as he leaned closer.

Too close.

He could feel the heat radiating from her body and could catch the delicate traces of her scent. Vanilla? Fresh linen? He didn’t know, but it was something inherently Daphne, something that didn’t need description. He’d recognised everywhere, anywhere. It sent a shiver down his spine, a sensation crawling through him that he couldn’t quite define.

“It’s this random dude from school.” She began with a tired voice. “I don’t even know him and he’s been texting me nonstop.” 

The moment she sighed again, the tension in Taehyung’s chest loosened. “She’s not interested”. That was all he needed to know. The clench in his heart was quickly replaced by something warmer, something smug—the tingles slowly prevailed, relaxing the beating muscle in his chest.

“He’s been bothering you?” His voice was dark, but Daphne couldn’t tell, too busy burrowing into the flutters in her stomach from the proximity. He was so close she felt like swimming in the waves of his ocean-deep voice. 

She nodded, silently welcoming him into her space so he could read the messages. 

A few seconds passed, and she turned to look at him, looking for an opinion. 

—Now playing: I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys ✫

She didn’t need help with the messages. She wasn’t afraid of the guy. But this was an opportunity—a chance to show him, without actually saying it, that she wasn’t interested in anyone else. A chance to see how he would react to another guy’s presence in her life.

It could be considered petty but it didn’t matter to her. Her heart danced to funny tunes in her chest and it made her happy.

So when he took her phone, fingers grazing against hers, and began typing a reply himself, she bit the inside of her cheek to suppress the satisfaction bubbling in her chest.

Was he annoyed? Jealous? Protective? She hoped he was all three.

Watching attentively, Daphne tried reading the expressions on his face. Yes, tried because the visuals distracted her. 

As he typed, she studied him, committing every detail to memory. His face, so effortlessly perfect, was a contradiction. His jawline, sharp enough to cut, contrasted the softness of his lips, the curve of his nose, the slight furrow in his brows as he concentrated. His lashes cast delicate shadows against his skin, and the low light of the bus made him look almost unreal.

She wanted to reach out. Run her knuckles along his cheek. Brush his hair from his forehead. Lean in just a little closer and—

She shook the thought away, pressing her lips together.

To Daphne, he looked like something out of a dream—his silhouette framed by the dim glow of the fading streetlights, his features softened by the blur of motion. She swore the air around him shimmered as if reality itself had softened in his presence. 

But Taehyung’s world wasn’t made of golden lights or star-like sparkles. At the moment, it was dark and cold just as the hue of the phone screen against his face, the cold press of logic against the reckless thrum of his heart. He wasn’t floating in clouds—he was calculating, strategising, walking the fine line between playing it safe and risking everything.

He wanted to be subtle about it. He couldn’t come off too aggressive—that would be suspicious. But he also couldn’t let it slide. Not when it was her. Not when she was his—no, not his, not yet. He wasn’t ready, not now nor ever, to let anyone ruin things for him. He had to play his cards right.

Oh, if only he knew what played in her mind as she watched him.

Daphne’s gaze flickered between the screen and his face, trying to read the emotions behind his composed mask. But then, just as quickly as the shift had happened, he returned her phone to her with a smile, casual and easy, as if his blood hadn’t been boiling just moments ago.

She skimmed the message, lips twitching in amusement.

She liked this.

She liked him.

One simple smile and the darkness in his thoughts vanished. His world, once clouded with annoyance, was painted in color again—golden, warm, her. 

Unconsciously, he grinned back, pupils dilating as he admired her.

—Now playing: Die For You  by Joji ✫

Oh, if he had a journal of his own, he’d create a masterpiece. A novel, a collection of poetry, something that would be studied for generations. It would be simple—no need for complicated words or grand metaphors. He didn’t want to make her abstract despite how outwordly her beauty was. He wanted to ensure the reader would understand the extent of her beauty. He had to find the right words that would do her justice.

Yes, he could write a hundred times that she was breathtaking, angelic, seraphic, enchanting, ethereal, spellbinding, of sublime beauty. But these would remain words to the readers because no word, sentence or language in existence could ever truly convey how beautiful she was to him.

They’d never feel the same as he did whenever she looked at him, whenever she smiled in his direction—and worse if she was smiling directly at him. They’d never understand his excitement whenever anything reminded him of her. They’d never understand how jolly he was when he did things for her because he wanted to see her reaction. See her soft brown eyes look up at him with golden glitters catching the light. See how her rosy cheeks would swell into a smile. See how a small dent would appear and turn into a soft dimple. 

They would never understand unless they were in his shoes—which he wasn’t willing to share.

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[sonicjustbecause]

I hope grumpiness will not be one of movie Shadow traits.

First - the Shadow we love most (SA2/Heroes/06) was not grumpy. I don't remember him acting annoyed by the smallest thing or being snappy. Still rewatching those scenes he seems more calm, cool-headed (in that case the opposite of Knuckles who is hot headed). He was the thoughful guy who crafted his plan rather than using the brute force, which he possess, but that is just a tool. He could get annoyed and lash out to his enemies after seeing his plans failing over and over, but was not the guy who lashed ot at the first difficulty or to a bad joke, or to a simple random request.

He was even amused by Sonic's grumpyness, at the point to tease him.

Shadow is hard to deal with and stubborn without being grumpy.

Also I think there are so many grumpy characters around that the trait feels so clichè, we don't need another one (especially one who is not even supposed to be such).

Not everybody need to get upset to this silly level by a simple question.

[lveclouds]

↬ paring/characters: model! kwon soonyoung x biology major reader, other members may be mentioned/make appearances 

↬ genre/aus: heavy fluff, minimal angst (like seriously you’ll blink and then it’s gone), slight college/university au, established relationship, song au, non idol au, long distance relationship 

↬ summary: in which, whenever you’re with soonyoung, time seems to stop in its tracks. 

↬ ratings(s): pg15, nc17 (see warnings)

↬ tw: heavy swearing, mentions of alcohol/mild consumption (reader and hoshi get a bit tipsy), mentions of school related stress (very brief), the members are quite literally reader’s support system in this fic <3, mentions/description of a past relationship/ex, mentions of cheating (not between hoshi and reader) 

↬ wc: 3k

↬ note: hello loves! so, like a lot of my fics lately, the idea for it was yet another spur of the moment thing. the title of this fic comes from the song ‘7pm’ by bss (ft. peder elias), which is such a cute and soft song and it honestly makes my heart warm anytime i listen to it <3 its an instant serotonin booster. this song is also perfect for a late night drive or when the sun is starting to set. i highly recommend listening to this song while reading this :) also this fic is incredibiy cheesy/clichè, you’ve been warned <3 

if anyone had told you that college was going to be easy, you would’ve laughed in their face. no, college was anything but easy, with an overwhelming amount of assignments, emails, and deadlines, it was enough for any person to go insane. though, you supposed it wasn’t all too bad, as you had a solid support system in the form of kwon soonyoung, your boyfriend of three years. 

and, when he wasn’t around, your support system came in the form of twelve loud and chaotic guys that you adored dearly. you’d met choi seungcheol, kim mingyu, vernon, joshua, jun, minghao, seungkwan, dokyeom, woozi, wonwoo, chan, and, jeonghan during freshman orientation, and had it hit off fairly quickly with them, bonding over your favorite movies and music. 

they were also fiercely protective of you, especially after some asshole you’d dated your sophomore year had cheated on you with some random girl he’d run into at a bar. they had all been beyond pissed when you’d showed up to their apartment, eyes red-rimmed from crying and tears staining your cheeks. 

“give me that asshole’s address right now, so i can beat the shit out of him.” seungcheol had raged, pacing around their living room, the vein on his neck prominent. mingyu was not much better, mumbling expletives under his breath, jaw clenched so tightly you’d thought it hurt. seungkwan, minghao, and jun offered to slash his tires. “we would love to see the look on his face when he finds out that the tires of that shitty car he drives got slashed.” 

the others had voiced their agreement, threatening to make your ex’s life a living hell due to the way he had treated you. as much as you were happy that your friends really,truly, cared about you, you wouldn’t be able to stomach it if they got hurt or injured for your sake. 

“i appreciate it, guys, i really do, but i would never be able to forgive myself if any of you idiots got arrested or hurt because of me. besides, that asshole can rot in hell for all i care.” after that, they had all given you the best group hug ever, and all thoughts of your pathetic ex vanished. 

soonyoung was an up and coming model, and was usually out of the country for weeks at a time, months, even. he was always traveling for a photoshoot or to attend a fashion show. but, on the rare times that he was home, he would always make sure to spend all of his time with you. “i’m almost never here, and being away from you physically hurts, so, on the off chance that i am home, i have to make every moment count.” he had said during a late night trip to the convenience store. 

of course, you always missed sooyoung whenever he wasn’t around, but college and your friends kept you busy and distracted. for instance, wonwoo would take you to a local bookstore and you would bond over a love of classics and romance novels, spending hours upon hours browsing their selection. seungkwan, chan, and jeonghan would treat you to korean barbeque after a long day of classes, and, if you weren’t too exhausted, a karaoke session was never too far behind. 

your friends were always there to comfort and distract you whenever soonyoung was gone, and for that, you were forever grateful. wallowing and sulking around in your dorm room was something that your boyfriend would highly disapprove of. thus, you tried to always go out and keep yourself occupied, even if it was something as simple as buying groceries. 

this time, though, soonyoung was finally home for more than a few weeks, and you were over the moon. college became even more bearable, knowing that he wasn’t in some foreign country, a million miles away. your classes ran until late in the evening at times, and you would always tell soonyoung not to wait up for you if he was tired, but he always did. 

this evening had been no exception. your lab class had ran late yet again, and by the time you stumbled tiredly out of the science building, you were about ready to collapse. soonyoung had been waiting for you outside, resplendent even in a loose, white button down thrown over a black shirt, loose, light blue jeans, and black sneakers, raven hair adorably mussed. 

“hi love!” he had said in lieu of greeting, amber eyes practically lighting up. immediately, any exhaustation you had melted away, replaced with renewed energy. soonyoung had that effect on you, you supposed. “hi.” you murmured softly, heart warming as he took you into his arms, wrapping his strong arms around you, pulling you flush against his body. 

you had all but melted into the warmth and solidness of him, breathing in his cedar and musk scent that was almost comforting. you felt him press a soft kiss into your hair, and you let out a sigh of content, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder. “long day?” you nodded. “mmm, my lab class ran late again.” 

“i know you’re exhausted, and the last thing you probably want to do is to be out right now, but i was thinking we could go for a walk along the han river? we don’t have to if you you’re not up for it, just say the word and we’ll go to your dorm, no questions asked.” your heart warmed at this, soonyoung always took your feelings into consideration, which was something your past partner had never done. 

you shook your head. “i was exhausted at first, but honestly, the last thing i want to do is go back to my dorm.” soonyoung pulled back, but kept his arms around you, concern furrowing his brow. “are you sure?” he asked gently. “i’m sure. besides, a late night walk with you sounds romantic.” at that, your boyfriend rolled his eyes fondly. “of course it does.”

and so here you were, walking hand in hand with soonyoung, admiring how the moonlight cast silver shadows onto the smooth surface of the han river, letting the cool night breeze wash over you. it was peaceful and serene, even with the faint rumbles of car engines and light chatter filling the air. 

the streelamps cast golden shadows onto the smooth, concrete surface of the bridge you were walking on, adding even more to the tranquil atmosphere. a comfortable silence settled around you, and any feelings of stress or exhaustation you had had earlier completely vanished. they always seemed to, at least, whenever you were with soonyoung. 

“how have you been?” he asked after a while, the pad of his thumb making gentle circles on the back of your hand. “i’m doing okay, jeonghan and the others have been keeping me company when i’m not drowning in my coursework.” you joked, and immediately regretted it upon seeing the frown marring your boyfriend’s features. “i’m fine, love, i promise.” you reassured him, leaning up to press a soft kiss on his cheek, which lessened the tension in his shoulders a bit. “are you eating enough? are you taking care of yourself while i’m gone?” 

your heart ached at how worried he sounded. “i am, i promise, love. mingyu made me three weeks worth of food yesterday and dropped it off, insisting that he would never let a friend of his starve.” at that, soonyoung’s expression softened, the corner of his mouth curved into a small smile. “sounds like him.”

“are you sure you’re okay, though?” you nodded. “positive.” sooyoung exhaled softly, the sound more resigned than anything. “ok, i trust you, but you know you can talk to me about anything, right?” “i know.” your boyfriend smiled, a real one this time, eyes crinkling at the corners. “good.” 

as you continued your walk, soonyoung chatted excitedly about the various cities he’d visited while modeling, even pulling out his phone at times to show you pictures of gorgeous landscapes and architecture, amber eyes lighting up like a kid at a candy store, the sight incredibly endearing. 

the late evening air was cool and crisp, a gentle gust of wind whispering through the trees and lifting your hair, brushing at your cheeks. these were the moments with soonyoung that you treasured the most, when it was just you and him, and you could forget about all the stress and worries in your life. 

and, as clichè as it was, time seemed to stand still whenever you were with soonyoung, and you could just focus on being with him, and nothing else mattered. “seungcheol hyung’s been telling me that one of your professors is giving you a hard time.” soonyoung was saying, snapping you out of your trance. 

you silently vowed to strangle your friend later for snitching. “he is, but it’s nothing i can’t handle.” the professor in question taught your biochem class, and was notorious for slamming his students with tight deadlines and hashed terrible grades out as if they were playing cards. your boyfriend chuckled softly, squeezing your hand gently. 

“ok, as long as you’re sure you don’t need me to beat his ass.” you snorted, nudging your boyfriend’s ribs gently with your elbow. “soonyoung, i love you, but you don’t have a violent bone in your body.” said male huffed. “i do.” “ok, ok, whatever helps you sleep at night.” 

he gave you a half-hearted glare, and you couldn’t help the amused laugh that spilled from your lips. “i appreciate you wanting to defend me, love, but we all know you wouldn’t hurt a fly.” “whatever.” he mumbled, bottom lip jutting out slightly in a pout, and you giggled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss onto his cheek. “it’s okay, i still love you regardless.” color rose to your boyfriend’s cheeks, staining them pink, and you fought the urge to coo at the sight. 

you and soonyoung made your way down the bridge, occasionally stopping to steal kisses and take photos, laughing at the goofy faces you made in some of them. you felt lighter than you had in weeks, glad to finally be able to let all your worries melt away, and just enjoy your boyfriend’s company. 

after a while, you finally admitted to your boyfriend that you were a bit hungry, as you hadn’t eaten since your lab started, which, as you expected, didn’t go over too well with him. “love, why didn’t you say anything earlier?” he asked, worry evident in his tone as he dragged you over to the nearest convenience store. 

“i-i didn’t want to bother you.” you mumbled, feeling tears prick the corner of your eyes. you hated making him worry and fuss over you, as it immediately made you feel guilty. suddenly, soonyoung stopped in his tracks, and before you could say anything else, you were wrapped in a warm and strong embrace, arms wrapping around your shoulders in a bear hug. 

you curled your arms around soonyoung’s back, pressing your hands into his shoulder blades, breathing in his familiar cedar and musk scent. soonyoung drew soothing circles on your back, and you felt him tuck your head underneath his chin. and, after weeks and weeks of bottling up your emotions, you finally let go, sobbing into the crook of soonyoung’s neck, clinging on to him like a lifeline. 

“i’m sorry,” you croaked, voice hoarse from crying, hastily wiping away your tears with the back of your hand. “i didn’t mean to ruin the mood.” your boyfriend scoffed, pulling back to look you in the eyes, but keeping his hands on your shoulders, his grip gentle but firm. “don’t apologize, love. and you didn’t ruin anything. i would rather you be honest with me than keep everything to yourself. you’re never a burden to me, love. ever.” 

god, you really didn’t deserve this wonderful, selfless, and caring man, not for one second. you let out a hoarse laugh, heart warming as your boyfriend wiped away a stray tear with the pad of his thumb, amber eyes soft. “i don’t deserve you.” you whispered, and soonyoung shook his head. “it’s the other way around, love.”

“can we please go get food now? i’m starving.” he laughed, the light in his eyes returning. “of course, love.” minutes later, you sat on a park bench alongside your boyfriend, practically inhaling a bowl of delicious, spicy ramen, vegetable kimbap, and downing a can of your favorite beer. the skyscrapers looked like tiny, glittering beacons of light from where you sat, casting shadows onto the tranquil surface of the river. 

“i’m glad we did this.” you said through a mouthful of kimbap, and soonyoung gave a noncommittal grunt in agreement, downing the rest of his beer, cheeks slightly flushed red. “thank you for letting me take you here, i didn’t want to force you, especially since you looked so drained from your lab today.” 

“you didn’t force me at all. besides, this is a nice distraction from all of the coursework waiting for me.” you murmured, finishing off the rest of your kimbap, wiping your mouth with a napkin. “oh,” soonyoung said, worry marring his features, “did you have something due tonight?” you shook your head, giving your boyfriend what you hoped was a reassuring smile. “no, don’t worry, the assignment’s due tomorrow. so, it can wait.” 

soonyoung’s shoulders relaxed a bit. “ok, good.” you let out a soft sigh of content, downing the rest of your beer and throwing it into the trash can next to you. then, you scooted closer to your boyfriend, who immediately wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and you smiled, resting your head on his broad shoulder. 

a comfortable silence settled over you, and you closed your eyes, a wave of peace washing over you. “going to close my eyes, just for a few minutes.” you mumbled, speech slurring a bit, and were vaguely aware of a pair of lips on your forehead before sleep took over. 

when you woke up, you were in a large, cozy bed, wrapped up in the warm, white sheets. the moonlight streamed in through the massive windows, bathing the room in silver. soonyoung was passed out next to you, chest rising up and down peacefully, dark hair adorably mussed, an arm wrapped securely around your waist. 

you smiled, and shifted so you were facing him, reaching out and brushing stray strands of hair from his forehead, causing him to stir a bit, eyes blinking open slowly. “love?” he whispered, voice heavy with sleep, and you leaned in to press a soft kiss to his mouth. “did i wake you?” 

soonyoung shook his head, and you smiled, snuggling deeper into him, burying your face in the soft cotton of his shirt, letting out a content sigh. “you know, i’ve never actually said this, but, time seems to stop whenever i’m with you.” you mumbled into his shirt, glad for the darkness of the room so he couldn’t see the blush forming on your face. 

soonyoung chuckled, carding a hand through your hair gently. “you’re so cute, so adorable.” he cooed, and you swatted at his chest playfully. “s-shut up.” “forget what i said.” “no can do love, once it’s out in the world, you can’t take it back. “if you tell mingyu or any of my friends about this, i will skin you alive.” “noted.” 

“c-can you sing me to sleep? i know that’s really cheesy, but-” “of course love, anything.” soonyoung said immediately, cutting you off abruptly. “any particular one in mind?” “no, surprise me.” you all but melted in your boyfriend’s arms, relishing in the warmth and familiarity of him, his comforting scent wrapping around you. 

a beat of silence, a deep breath, and then soonyoung began to sing. “meet on han river at 7pm, you and i must meet before the moon comes, our answer is right in front of our eyes. After a long, long, day, the two of us meet. one drink for a day tired of jokes, the night comes too soon. stop the time, be here with me.” his voice was soft yet melodic, and you allowed yourself a content smile before drifting off, letting your boyfriend’s soothing voice lull you to sleep. 

a/n: god im so lonely :’) anyways yeah that was the cheesiest shit i’ve ever written, i hope you guys liked it lmao <3 i just felt like writing something soft and cute you know :(( like yeah where can i get a hoshi pls and thank you <3 but in all seriousness, though, i hope this fic brings you some sort of comfort and makes you smile! this was also my first hoshi fic :) 

tagging: @skyjoong​ , @playmetheclassics​, @hong-jisoo​ , @taeyo95​ , @shuadotcom​ + anyone else who wants to read this <3 ! 

[wagingmywarsbehindmyface]

17, 25, 36, 37, 65 and 73 💚

hi poppy! 🩷 (long time no see!!) Thank you so much!!!! 🫶

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

Probably YOU, if we were gay 😂 We would fit just perfectly together! But my crime is ti love men 😂 Aaaand when it comes to characteristics: somebody funny, kind, smart, honest. I know, such a clichè but… just someone matching my crazy (and loving cinema), yeah?

25. What color socks are you wearing?

Uuuuuuh! Different ones! I like black definitely but I also have white, beige and plum ones, I also have red one cause Blurryface ❤️ And now you reminded me that I need green 😅

36. Favorite clean word?

Holy moly lol

37. Favorite swear word?

KURWA

66. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

Manchester by the Sea!!!!!!!!! This film shattered my brain into pieces and put it together painfully 🥹

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

I try not to because I don’t want to be rude but I tend to correct them in my mind when it comes to linguistics or grammar 😅

[francis-writes]

Hello! Can I request headcanons of Alex DeLarge with a shy and chubby girlfriend? Can be sfw and/or nsfw. Thank you! <3

Warnings: Alex being Alex

SFW

Alex doesn't care about look that much. I mean, he likes to dress up and he likes pretty things but in general, for him body is a body. He likes women, men, nonbinary folks, skinny, chubby, muscled, tall, short, etc etc

Because of it you may think that you're less special but nah. Alex looked at all the people and he was "i want that one. This cute pie"

There might be problems bc of your different personalities, because while he enjoys once in a while to stay with you at home and watch movies, most of the times Alex tries to pull you out of your shell. Maybe not full ultraviolence and visiting poor citizens but taking you to the bar with his droogies or taking you for a ride

As we're talking about droogies, Alex likes to say dirty comments when you're with them, and he also doesn't keep his hands to himself. And - that actually happens when your not around- you can expect that drogies know secrets of your intimate life.

On a positive side, he makes sure you don't get into EDs or if you're currently fighting one - he supports you and tries to help you get out of it

He likes to get you on dates in town and spoil you rotten (don't ask him how he got the money). Buying you new clothes, taking you to the cinema, theatre, whatever you want, you get it. And some more. Alex may not be the best at emotions, but he covers it playing stereotypical best-boyfriend-ever

Also, his ideas of dating (dating, not one night stands which is a completely different scenario from him) probably comes mostly from old movies so if you want to know how it's like, just picture dating 50s gentleman (with a glimpse of madness behind his eyes)

NSFW

I know it's totally clichè but he wants you to sit on his face and squeeze it with your thighs

He always liked to talk dirty, but it turns him on ever more when he sees you blushing and embarassed

If you are shy in bedroom as well, Alex will probably try to change it. Well, your shyness itself he finds cute, but he will encourage you to try more positions and some of his kinks

In terms of kinks, it would be easier to tell what kink he doesn't have, but it's mostly bdsm, especially bondage, spanking, humiliation and praising (him). connected - cnc. Old habits die hard so he will be even more turned on when you wiggle and scream and try to escape from him

[purpleskybts199603]

Here is my first attempt to write a story. Please feel free to give feedback and I really hope you enjoy reading this. 💜💜💜

Summary:Y\N it's a captivating and compassionate soul who it's very dedicated to her job. She is an event planner and a pretty famous one in Seoul because of the amount of the celebrity parties that she planned. Her romantic life was a bit tormented as she just broke up with her fiance Min Yoon-Gi . Despide his passion for her, Y\N felt like Min-Yoon-Gi was selfish and cold. Even though she tried really hard to help him heal his traumatic past with a lot of love ,empathy and hope ,he still was the same heartless person and his scars were still standing between them.

Pairing: Yoongi/female reader

Warnings: some mentions of trauma

Part 1

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/purpleskybts199603/718299400628289536/scars-part-two-i-was-often-in-charge-of-planning

Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/purpleskybts199603/719661762748841984/scars-part-3-i-immediately-turned-around-and

Part4: https://www.tumblr.com/purpleskybts199603/719662133096464385/scars-part-4-now-i-know-for-sure-that-hes

"The only requirement is the ability to remember every scar."

Stephen King

They say that one of the symptoms of psychological and emotional trauma is the act of denial. Maybe I was in total denial but in the last three months since I broke up with my fiancé I was doing all that was in my power to suppress my bad memories of the last three years of being in a relationship. The most challenging experience of my life was to be in love with a man who had a history of trauma. For some people life's unfair and for Min Yoon-Gi life was indeed cruel. He has all the reasons to be the bitter person he is today. But if we're talking about life I think that it isn't meant to be fair. At least not to good people. For instance how do kids that suffer from cancer find a way to stay positive and happy. What did they do wrong to deserve such a cruel fate?

But what really bothers me is when someone it's giving up themselves for others well-being, when you give all your pure love to that someone and it's still not enough. Dating Yoon-Gi was never easy. I knew from the start that he was a troubled soul with bad memories. We met through mutual friends. Working as an event planner I have a rather large social networking that includes even big artists in the music or movie industry.

All my friends and acquaintances told me to stay away from Yoon-Gi. Sure he was extremely handsome but extremely dangerous. And indeed he was. I always had a strange way to attract troublemakers. Being accustomed to work with difficult people I learnt to handle people with sarcasm and humor swings. I guess in the back of my mind I hoped that I would help him to change, help him to be able to have feelings again.

Instead of making him feel, he broke me step by step. His scars became mine. He didn't care about me but he didn't care about himself either. Our relationship was tormented indeed. It was that classic romantic clichè of a bad boy good girl relationship. Some people would say that I was the only one who he cared about as he proposed to me after two years of dating. Honestly in my mind I was associating our relationship with some form of symbiotic relationship where one takes the benefits and the other is harmed. Yoon-Gi really loved to make me miserable and that's the only thing he loved about our relationship.

[abuddyforeveryseason]

This is the Buddy for January 30th. It was 65 years ago today that the four boys from Liverpool performed their concert on a London rooftop.

I'm a bit illiterate when it comes to music, so I have to rely on mainstream perception, and everyone pretty much agrees that The Beatles are the greatest band of all times. Then again, I'm a kind of mainstream in the interests I'm more knowledgeable about, and I usually have a lot of respect for the greatest-of-their-field clichès, even if they're not necessarily my favorites: Orson Welles for movies, Jack Kirby for comics, Osamu Tezuka for manga, Shakespeare for literature, and so on...

In some cases that's a bit of a self-fulfilling prophecy - there might be thousands of manga better than Tezuka's stuff, but I've never heard of them because they weren't translated. I know Yoshihiro Tatsumi produced several book-length stories that were never translated.

But, I don't know much about the Beatles, themselves. All I know is:

They were not actual beetles, but human beings. The name of the band comes from both the "beat" style of their music, and as a reference to Buddy Holly's band, The Crickets.

Pete Best was kicked out of the band just before they got super famous, and replaced with Ringo.

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.

According to legend, Paul died in the sixties and was replaced by a lookalike.

The guy who owned the famous LMW 281F Volkswagen from the Abbey Road cover hated the Beatles.

Jared Leto gained a million pounds to play the crazy who killed John in a terrible movie.

They had a concert on a rooftop once.

So, in honor of the Beatles, a band I've heard about, today's Buddy's traced from that famous album cover.

[chrwrites]

"yeah, I didn't really enjoy it tho"

Really? Why's that?

It felt like they were rushing it and it kinda ruined it for me? I mean the first time we see Marinette she's already singing to her mom if she'll ever find her place in the word and I found it a bit odd since this part of her has never been introduced in the movie. And from then on, I started pointing out every inconsistency I could see 😆

The dialogues sounded a bit clichè as well, but it might have been the dubbing in my native language to have done that.

As for the rest, it was an enjoyable movie and it made more sense than the original series at least, but I don't think I'll watch it again soon.

[kei-crocker]

I had received questions about what the concepts of these comics are.

Thanks for loving my comics <3 Sorry to say this, but I didn’t put much thought into this one… I just wanted to draw something with an SCP-like horror concept, or something inspired by Crayon Shin-chan Movie: Adventure in Wonderland (I LOVE this show so much).

Here’s the concept I had in mind when drawing this. I hope these answer your questions:

1. The siblings are their actual ages. I imagine Danny is about 3-5 years old, and Jazz is 5-7 years old. The reason Jazz seems to know how to handle things is because she’s a clever girl for her age, and she’s read a book about it too.

You can see the book in the first page. (And since her parents are ghost hunters, she’s already seen many ways to deal with ghosts.) Danny, on the other hand, is too young to handle it—he’s just scared.

2. The setting is an abandoned amusement park. How did they get there? Nobody knows. I like dark, creepy fairy tale vibes—where they go to bed in their bedroom but wake up somewhere strange. It’s not a dream, though. They just know it’s real, without reason, purely by instinct.

3. When I first drew this, I hadn’t fully decided on the concept (and still haven’t).

In this panel of the comic, they’re at home(unlike other panels of the comics), but their parents are gone, leaving them with a babysitter. (Or maybe the babysitter left? I don’t know what babysitters usually do in situations like this in NA). Anyway, no adults or older people are around (maybe ghosts already scared the babysitter away—poor thing, though I doubt they hurt them). So, Jazz hides Danny in his closet and tries to call their parents for help.

I just wanna draw some kinda clichè of some horror story; the little one hides behind his own closet from some creepy and scary creatures.

4. The monsters are just ghosts. I wanted to make them creepier than how they’re usually portrayed in the show. They’re just scarier-looking ghosts with more malicious motivations.

Since they’re ghosts, Blood Blossoms work to keep them away (Jazz learned about them from a book she borrowed from the library. Even creepy towns have their own libraries).

5. I wanted to give the ghosts a vibe of “What are they even thinking?” Like in traditional horror fiction or Napolitan horror (the kind of horror that blurs the reasons why something is terrifying). It’s the idea that humans can’t understand their thoughts at all. Honestly, though, I didn’t think too deeply about this part.

Wanna draw more horror concepts of this with some kinda creepy version of Henzel and Gretel<3 It's gonna be fun to draw 🤗

My taste is twisted, so I love twisted versions of fairy tales.... lol

They could not find a way out yet

Part 1 Part 2

Are you sure they are really good ones?

[spinningbuster98]

The final battle against Saddler is honestly a bit underwhelming. He just turns into a giant spider monsters and you have to shoot at the eyes on the legs to stun him and reveal his weakpoint. Except explosions can also stun him, both those from the explosive barrels strewn throughout the arena and those from any granade you might have....and I have plenty

What he says before the battle however I feel kind of encapsulates what many people love about RE4's tone: it's one big clichè. The american action hero going through hell and back to save the girl and the world, and who then leaves riding into the sunset

Saddler scoffs at this claiming that it's mearly a dumb clichè...but that's exactly what happens in the end! To me this is why RE4's tone works: it's dumb as hell but it's perfectly aware of it, which is why it tends to have fun with itself

Granted, I think it's important to consider that this kind of tone isn't as universally good and charming as many people like to say it is: like many other aspects of this game it can easily go against the horror vibes it should have. To some people it can be a bit hard to be scared when your player character isn't fazed by anything and just spews one liners and does cool action moves. I also believe however that it's a bit unfair to point at RE4 as the game that took the series into this direction tone-wise, as some of the previous entries were already starting to go ham, like Code Veronica aka the game that starts like this and that resurrected Wesker while also giving him literal superpowers like he's a character from the Matrix. Really if anything RE4 was just continuing the direction the series was already heading in in this sense

Hell, many people have criticized how the Remake toned down all the silliness and made everything more serious business, and hey I too have a problem with it....but let's be real that kind of tone is relatively more in line with what you'd expect from a horror game

As for me I love this cheesiness and weirdly enough I don't think it really nullifies the horror vibes. The creepy music and aesthetics are still there, and while Leon may be a super cool action hero who's not afraid of anything that still doesn't change the fact that, in gameplay, he can die very easily if you're not careful since he's still fundementally human, thus still giving you a reason to be generally afraid of the enemies.

I like to think of it as something along the lines of Evil Dead 2: a classic horror movie that can be both chillingly creepy yet also feature a guy putting a chainsaw on his severed hand and spouting one liners at the monsters while getting pulled through goofy shananigans.

Also that ending is almost one to one the ending of DMC1, just to remind everyone where that game spawned from

[aboard-ark-4]

Reviews for All Encompassing

Day 269 of Year 21 of the Journey

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All Encompassing

(Released 239th day, 2183)

Plot synopsis:

Set in 2186, we follow the story of Kriki, an amateur astronomer. His otherwise unremarkable life is suddenly interrupted when, while examining the feed of an external deep space camera, he notices something. Taking his findings to the Astronomical Research Subcommittee he is initially dismissed as insane, but as stars outside the windows slowly start to disappear the truth becomes increasingly obvious; there's something alive surrounding the ark.

Top Reviews:

User TerersGreatest65

5/8

The premise was pretty good, but I think the actual writing was too generic. Especially that scene near the end when the computer guy said “This might not make it.” I mean come on, use a less clichè line.

User RiltIsAKingsStool

8/8

Most people went into this with unreasonable expectations due to its unique status. If this had been made 36 years ago on Vivis the average score would have been a whole point higher, but because social media hyped it up as the first movie produced on Ark everyone's acting like it was supposed to be some sort of firearm level innovation!! Seriously guys, be happy with what you got!!

User Unsolicited÷Sun

6/8

It was alright, but I feel they really fumbled the catch with the ending. Sometimes not knowing what the monster looks like is better than actually seeing it. Yes the special effects on it were good, but I liked it more when the monster was just some unspecified thing that defied description. Instead we got a something that looks like a Tirkitei crossed with a fish.

User CriticTreikitiv

Verified User

6/8

I can best describe this movie as “wonderfully average”. It runs the same race as every other Mystery Monster movie, with the one original element being that it is set aboard our own ship. While I'm sure that before we left the contact range there would be a large market on Vivis for this film, it came five years too late and everyday life is seldom interesting to the ones living it. If you are a fan of the genre you will enjoy All Encompassing, but not more than any other film.

User ImKriki12

8/8

I've got the same name as the main character!