#as much as this comical space has been fun genuinely no sweat this is not a hater space

[squeakadeeks]

The evil question is if youd draw vore

it was WHAT

[dutiful-wildcraft]

Pack 141 Drabbles - Late Night Snack

Tags: monster au, ghost x f!oc (if you squint), vampire!ghost, eventual poly 141, eventual 141 x f!oc, eventual 141 x m!oc, this is just a fun lil drabble for now

Summary: Task Force 141, a specialized team made up of a myriad of creatures, find themselves in the presence of an unusual woman. Paloma, a soft girl with unusual luck and a scent that has certain monsters feigning for her blood, is taken into their custody for safe keeping. At least until they can figure out just what she is.

Paloma, bless her, does her best to be friendly with Ghost. But it seemed despite her efforts, the towering vampire wanted nothing to do with her. She knew she could be a chatty thing, she got in trouble in school plenty for it.

She had been tickled when Soap had met her energy, chattering with her animatedly. Gaz didn't talk quite as much, but at least he hummed in acknowledgement, asked the occasional question to show he was still listening, watched her with warm and interested eyes as she spoke.

Ghost. Ghost just stared at her.

Red brown eyes watched her with harsh indifference through the hollow sockets of his mask if she so much as turned his direction.

She tried not to take it personally, really, but couldn't help herself when she watched Soap talk with him so easily.

The mohawked fae was more talkative than she was….and yet….

She had convinced herself to quit trying, to tuck tail a bit and give the man space before his patience truly ran out with her.

She had buried away her disappointment and trudged along, holding back the incessant need to speak aloud to the man when he was near her.

Naturally she couldn't stop completely.

She still greeted him daily, only now her cheery morning greetings to the man shifted into something more quiet. Softer. To show that she wasn't trying to push him, she just genuinely wanted him to have a good morning.

He never replied.

But she continued the small morning ritual anyway.

–

One late night while curled in her designated room of the 141 barracks, Paloma tossed and turned. The growling in her belly had become too much for her to bare in the wee hours of the night.

After waring with herself briefly, she shuffled out of bed poking her head into the dark hallway to check for others before slinking out and traversing to the small kitchen.

She keeps her steps light, using the dim lights seeping out from under neighboring doors to guide her.

Once to her destination, she rifles about as quietly as she can, poking around with only the flashlight on her phone to avoid alerting anyone else to her late night snacking.

She finally spots her target along the very top shelf of the otherwise dreary cabinet.

The red lidded container full of creamy peanut buttery gold.

It shall be hers.

She hauls a chair over to reach, setting it down gently and clambering onto it with careful steps.

She reaches, fingers oh so close to the clear plastic treasure, but not close enough.

She huffs, recalibrating her efforts before using the chair to climb fully onto the counter, balancing precariously as she holds her phone in one hand, using the other to finally, finally, snag the jar-

The light flicks on.

Paloma freezes. Waits. The whole 2.5 seconds worth of silence to much for her to bare as she cranks her head around comically slow.

Had he been donning the full mask she probably would have shit herself.

In the doorway stands Ghost, dressed in plain black cotton sweats and t-shirt, a simple black balaclava tugged over his features. Had it not been for his familiar red-brown eyes she wouldn't have recognized him without the hardshell skull he usually donned.

He remained stock still as he looked up at her. Eyes tired...but with a slight crinkle at the edges....

He looked almost amused.

Paloma blinks the thought away as quickly as it appears. Her eyes darting around the kitchenette nervously.

She probably could have turned the light on.

"Just needed a little somethin'..." she giggled nervously, shifting to avoid his stare after he met her again with silence.

And there he remained, arms crossed. Watching her awkwardly scrabble down from the counter, stubbornly clutching her peanut butter jar.

"M'sorry if I woke you…” she floundered, rifling through excuses as to why she was there, mouth opening and closing before she hurriedly settled on an abrupt “I'll be off now.” dragging the chair back in place and skittering out the door when he side stepped to clear her path.

Ghost had begun to move again when she came hustling back into the kitchen, a pink tinge to her cheeks as she slipped past him again, head down and eyes forward as she dove into a drawer desperately searching for the blasted spoon she had left behind in her panic.

"sorry, sorry, sorry" she rambles in apology. Scuttling past him again with her eyes averted.

She exits the kitchen, her hand jerking around the doorway to flip the lightswitch off instinctively. Leaving the masked man in darkness. She makes it two steps into the hallway-

"FUCK"

She flings herself around the corner, desperately fumbling at the wall until the light flips on again.

"SORRY" she says again for good measure.

Paloma walks so fast back to her room that she might as well have had smoke coming off of her feet.

She dives under the covers, now too nervous to dive into her treat. Instead she lays back down, staring at the ceiling until her heartbeat slows.

It never occurs to her that the vampire had no reason to be in the kitchen in the first place.

[jadelotusflower]

It’s Cold in that Fridge: The Case of Nakari Kelen

Since The Case of Mara Jade has been doing the rounds again, I’ve finally gone back to this post that has been sitting in my drafts for literally years. So let’s honour this absolute badass who deserved better:

Once upon a time, the Star Wars universe was but six films (and a tv series) in the story of the Skywalker family. But beyond George Lucas’ story was an absolute boatload of books, comics, games, and other materials that made up the Expanded Universe. When Disney purchased Lucasfilm and the rights to the Star Wars saga, everything in this universe was decanonised and deemed “Legends” - some aspects of this universe were retained or re-purposed, others sit in Disney’s figurative vault and will likely never see the light of day (and seeing how the ST turned out, maybe that’s for the best).

But this transition between Legends canon and Disney canon was not so simple, because the nature of publishing meant that there were novels approved during the time of Legends canon that would be released in the time of Disney canon. In particular, there had been the planned trilogy “Empire and Rebellion”, set between A New Hope and The Empire Strikes Back, with each novel from the perspective of one of The Big Three.  

Razor’s Edge (Leia) and Honor Among Thieves (Han) were released prior to the Great Canon Split of 2014.  But while the Luke-centric novel had been planned, it was not due to be released until well after the Split. So Heir to the Jedi (so called as an homage to the Legends progenitor Heir to the Empire) became one of the first books of the Disney canon.

What does this background have to do with Nakari Kelen?  Perhaps nothing, but I do wonder how the writing process was affected by the shift from Legends to Disney - was the novel a relic of the old EU with any reference the LFL storygroup didn’t like excised during editing, or was it a trendsetter for the new EU, a Sign of Things to Come?  

The most salient point being, of course, that Nakari Kelen - like so many love interests before her - was not allowed to go along her merry way at the conclusion of the novel, but was shoved into the fridge.

If there was one constant of the Legends EU, it was that Luke Skywalker’s love interests couldn’t catch a break. Mara Jade naturally lasted the longest relationship-wise, with almost twenty years of marriage to Luke before some bright spark decided she had to go (as per the aforementioned case study). But before Mara there was Jem, Shira Brie, and Gaeriel Captison (who came close to escaping the curse), and in the Legacy of the Force series they brought back sole survivors Akanah and Callista, only to kill them off for good too (and rather brutally, if I may add).

So perhaps when Kevin Hearne began writing HttJ within the confines of the Legends continuity, he was merely sticking to the status quo, or perhaps once subsumed by Disney they needed to make sure Luke's slate was clean (so to speak).  And I can’t put all the blame on Hearne since I don’t know whether it was his idea, or LFL mandated - but regardless it was a poor decision.

The root cause of fridging, imo, is limited imagination.  How best to cause your male protagonist pain if not kill off someone they love, or at least have strong feelings for? The answer is of course, easily. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

The Luke Skywalker of HttJ is fresh from his victory in ANH, a lieutenant in the Rebellion: young, not dumb, and full of...

Nakari Kalen is an absolute Queen a civilian volunteer and crack-shot sniper who loans her ship Desert Jewel to the Alliance. Luke is immediately attracted to her, they bond over a mutual love of fast ships and leaving behind desert home planets, and engage in the inexpert flirting of two nineteen year olds while also risking their lives several times over.

I want to make it clear: I actually really like this book. It's a breezy read, almost serialised as The Early Adventures of Luke Skywalker, and is ofttimes genuinely funny. And credit where it’s due to Hearne, many of of the supporting roles in the novel are female. Other than Nakari, there's Soonta, the Rodian who gives Luke her uncle’s lightsaber, Sakhet the Kupohan spy, and the Givin cryptographer/math genius Drusil Bephorin. In a genre where male characters are often the default for these kind of roles, it was nice to see, but makes the regressive fridging of Nakari even more egregious.

Luke and Nakari make a good team fighting brain-sucking monsters and Imperials, but more importantly they have fun together - she encourages him to work on his Force skills, and he successfully moves objects with his mind for the first time (leading to Nakari adorably dub him "a little noddle scooter"). It's a very sweet, if brief, relationship, and a respite from the danger of the mission. They spend the night together (leaving the reader to decide exactly what happened behind closed doors), and share a kiss before splitting up to try and escape bounty hunters. No prizes for guessing what happens to Nakari immediately after she received the Skywalker Kiss of Death.

I assume there were two motivating factors for why Hearne and/or LFL couldn't let Nakari live:

1. If she survived, fans would wonder why she doesn't appear in ESB/subsequent material.

I recall this bandied about on forums back at the time of the book's release, and to that I say - so what? Fans are always going to wonder, and try to paper over the gaps in canon, to make up their own headcanons to explain any any perceived inconsistencies. It's certainly no reason to kill someone off.

It is in fact possible for two young people to have a romance that just fizzles, or doesn’t work out for whatever reason - it should not require great maneuvering or explanation. If Nakari doesn’t show up in the next book in the timeline, what about it? The reader is smart enough to assume she and Luke broke up, decided to just remain friends, whatever. But it seems that the only way for a female character to exit stage left is for her to die, which is bullshit.

And actually, there's no reason why she couldn't have shown up again. ESB and RoTJ cover a month and a few days, respectively, of Luke's life - just because there was no mention of Nakari doesn't mean she didn't exist at that time, whether or not she and Luke were an item. She could have made an appearance in a subsequent novel, or Rebels, or the comics - she could have become a recurring character, showing up when the Rebellion needed her, or - heaven forbid - even have her own comic/book/show! Her existence in Star Wars canon didn't need to begin and end with Luke Skywalker, merely to service his plotline and backstory and abandoning the richness of her own.

No, the only reason Nakari had to die was to facilitate this:

It was a blow to the gut, realizing what that sudden absence meant. I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, but I had felt Nakari's life snuffed out through the Force, and into that void where she had shone anger rushed in - anger, and a cold sense of raw power and invincibility...I took a step to join in the hunt but stopped, breathing heavily, unaccountably sweating even though I felt so cold inside and the power of the Force roiled within me... I shook with emotion and power, and none of it felt the way the Force had before...I saw what kind of space it was , a black hole that would always be hungry no matter how much I fed it. I might never feel warm again if I didn't get myself under control.

Luke feels the dark side and is tempted by the boost of power it offers him, but immediately identifies it as dangerous and unnatural. I can understand why Hearne wanted to include this - it is a book of firsts after all: Luke's first solo mission, his first time using telekenisis, and ending with story with his first experience of the dark side makes sense. But it wasn't necessary, which leads to:

2. How to push Luke to touch the dark side without killing someone he has romantic feelings for?

Also, obviously, shite of the bull (or nerf, if you prefer). Even if this brush with the dark side was absolutely necessary for the novel's climax, there's any number of ways it could be achieved. At this point, Luke is fresh from losing important people in his life - Owen and Beru, Ben, and Biggs - lumping another death on top of that a narrative trick for Luke to react not only to losing Nakari, but the others as well. But it's cheap, the first card in the deck, and why not show a bit of imagination? Luke is young and inexperienced enough at this point that any number of things could be the catalyst - the whole book he's struggling with his growing powers, why not try and reach too far in the firefight with the bounty hunters, his anger and frustration with himself in not doing enough trigger the dark side temptation? It would work thematically and doesn't involve a fridging that ultimately has very little payoff.

Because Nakari is killed less than ten pages from the end of the book - afterwards Luke grieves, but ultimately chooses to honour her memory and be grateful for what he learned with her, recommitting to becoming a Jedi. It's all very surface level, and once again a female character's death facilitates a male character's development. Was it so imperative that Luke lost someone he cared about as part of this story? Sure, this was a time of galactic civil war, and it's far from unrealistic that these stories have a high body count, but who to make collateral damage remains an authorial choice, and in this case Nakari Kelen was (a) a female character of color, (b) a love interest of the protagonist - not just of this book, but the entire Original Trilogy.

I don't know to what extent (if any) race had to play in the decision. I'm sure there was a segment of the fandom absolutely livid that Luke Skywalker kissed (and maybe had sex with) a black woman. Was her death LFL hedging its bets, or demonstrative of the general lack of attention/respect they show their characters of colour?

In any case this was a chance to stand out from the old EU and it's fridge full of Luke's dead girlfriends, but instead they chose to introduce and kill off Nakari for the sole purpose of Luke's manpain and character development, and that's gross.

And then there's this:

A grisly yet reliable fact about custom bounty hunter ships is that you can always count on them to have body bags stashed somewhere for the easy transport of their kills. They often have built-in refrigerated storage, too.

NAKARI IS KILLED AND LITERALLY STORED IN THE FUCKING FRIDGE I COULDN'T BELIEVE WHAT I WAS READING.

I really hope this was unintentional on Hearne's part, because yikes. He was halfway there, this book was full of interesting female characters who had agency - Drusil in particular was a delight with her super math and inability to understand human interaction. Nakari was full of life and fun - capable but relatable, showing a different side of the Rebellion and those that suffered under the Empire's rule. Fridging her in her first appearance is considerably more vile, because it reduces her to a footnote of Luke's story, a plot device to Help Him Grow, rather than a springboard to tell more of her own story.

Because Nakari was a compelling character ripe for spinoff potential. I would absolutely have read or watched her continued adventures, juggling missions for her father's Biolabs company and trying to aid the Rebellion, shooting her slug rifle and cracking wise, maybe even finding a way to amplify her mother's song Vader's Many Prosthetic Parts to really stick it to the Empire, or try and free the political prisoners on Kessel.

The old EU was made great by allies and enemies of Our Heroes showing up again to help or hinder them, and/or branching out into their own material. We fell in love with them, and followed their stories even as they diverged from the main saga, eager to read more about their lives.

Nakari Kelen never got that chance. In many ways, she exemplified what Disney Star Wars was to become: an exercise in wasted potential.

[jksangelic]

producer!yoongi (m)

rating: m

genre: fluff, domestic au, established relationship, smut, a little humor idk

pairing: producer/rapper!yoongi x reader

warnings/tags: extremely sweet and soft sexual intercourse, unprotected sex (be safe qt’s), last minute intentions of impregnation/impreg kink maybe, oral sex (male receiving), otherwise pretty self explanatory. yoongi is sleepy in this so that’s cute.

summary: trivia 轉: seesaw makes a great lovemaking song.

word count: 1750

note: this is a really old request. i mean, from last year old. so for that i apologize for taking so long to get to it. in other news, this greatly coincides with a dream i’ve personally had once or twice where yoongi’s song plays over a really serene and domestic smut scene 🥺 lucky me, right??? 

enjoy!

It comes as a surprise when you swing your leg amongst the sheets and thwap solid body, a groggy grunt retorting back.

You’re awake. Unfortunately so. Blame the open blinds and the orange that floods into the room, staining the wooden floors, majority of the bed and across your face. Mornings had been particularly brutal this time of year, and as you shift your sleep schedule according to the light, your beloved Yoongi sleeps until he decides his day starts.

You sit up and look down and there he is, awkwardly laid facing towards the ceiling and legs still hanging off the edge of the mattress. As if he sat, plopped down onto his back and passed out just like that.

It’s been often that he spends his night at his desk in the corner, creating, tinkering, erasing and over again. Happy and unsatisfied all the same even though what he did was, in your eyes, pure magic.

It takes a few minutes to really wake, careful not to hit your boyfriend once more as you stretch your limbs and wipe the crust from your eyes. You take a couple more in the bathroom to scrub your gums raw (you’d rather be single than ever have Yoongi experience your morning breath) and splash some water on your face.

“Pretty,” he would say. Part of him joking at the minimal effort and part of him more genuine than anything he would ever say in his entire life. He was always like that. A little indifferent in the way that he spoke but you have him all figured out, in the palm of your hand.

You think about turning on the TV, maybe flicking through whatever was new on Hulu. Until you catch his slideshow of screensavers idling on his desktop. One of you both at the beach, one at a concert, one of just you sipping from a cup in some cafe you found yourselves in. It makes your heart swell sweetly.

And then you feel a bit nosy, wanting to know what he’s been working so hard on. He’d shown you the basics of how to work his software, even an airhead like you knowing how to play the track without haphazardly throwing it all in the trash and setting it ablaze. If computers could animate that.

Lacking headphones, you listen to it’s intro as quietly as possible. It starts slow and simple, an initial “click” beginning and dropping into his beats. It takes awhile for you to realize he didn’t yet record his lyrics but the instrumental in itself is marvelous. It was calm unlike a handful of his other songs, encasing you in feelings of summer and nostalgia, if that was a thing.

“Snooping around so early in the morning already, huh?” Yoongi grunts, unprompted arms wrapping your shoulders from behind. You don’t startle and he finds that no fun, maybe from one too many surprises in your time.

“I like this,” you say, “What’s it going to be about?”

He nuzzles into your neck like it’s his safe haven. “How much I love you.”

You snort, letting the track continue and swiveling around in your chair so you can face him. “Liar. Did you mix this for someone?”

He travels a finger down the slope of your nose, pulling your bottom lip down with a thumb before letting his hand sink. “No, it’s mine.” A few beats.

“That’s it?”

���Heh. Remember our first year of dating and how bad it was?” You remember. The ups-and-downs, the arguing, breaking up several times thinking it was for the best. Your heart was unstable then, contrary to how solid it sits now.

“Yeah, that was rough,” you stand, inches away from his face.

“I’m calling it Seesaw, I think. I want it to be lighthearted, but for the rap to be somewhat convoluted. Like how I thought at the time of when we were a little rocky. Confused and maybe even a little dramatic.”

“So,” he interrupts you by kissing your nose, “you’re going to publicly throw me in the spotlight.”

“No, weirdo. I just like making songs that reflect on all parts of my life. Even the stupid ones. The instrumental has been a favorite of mine so far. Took me 6 hours to get it where it is now.” He kisses your top lip, chuckling into it and rubbing the lines in your forehead away with his.

“Your breath doesn’t stink.”

“You say that as if you’re disappointed. I washed up before I passed out. Maybe like—“ He checks his wristwatch, “An hour ago?”

“God, babe. How are you going to function today? Where am I going to get my attention from if you go back to sleep?”

He smirks, lifting you up with a bear hug unexpectedly and making the both of you fall, without grace, back onto the bed. “Oh, you’ll get my attention.”

“I can’t believe you just lifted me.”

“I’m scrawny, not weak. They don’t go hand-in-hand.”

You fake-ponder, squeezing your eyebrows together and staring into space, “I’m... I’m pretty sure they do.”

He attacks your neck, biting in retaliation and making you squeal above him, “Yoongi! Stop!”

Yoongi obeys, halting immediately and hugging you close. Close enough to near his lips to your ear and whisper a seductive, “Will you let me sleep in if I make you cum? How about it, kitten?”

You grow hot from his words, not bearing to look at his face and instead burying yours into his chest, whining simultaneously.

“Ohh... So embarrassed? How many times have we had sex now, surely you’ve grown used to this,” he taunts. His hands trail over your ass, a good squeeze gifted and playing with the frilled hem of your sleeping shorts. “I can sleep without it too.”

“No,” you muffle into his shirt, readjusting so you can breathe again and meeting his mischievous features, “I want to.”

“Hmm? You want me to what, kitten?” He croons, moving out from underneath and pulling you up the bed like you’re entranced by some siren song. All while nibbling on your sweet skin, digging his fingers into your bare ribs, convincing you with every beat of his heart.

You grab each side of his face, luring him onto your lips as you speak into your kiss, “I want you... I want you to make me cum.” He groans in response, flustered. As if he didn’t just command you to say so.

“Y-Yeah, I’ll do that.”

But he takes his everlasting time, palming himself in his pants until you offer to do it for him, eventually scooting down to meet his tightened sweats with your mouth, pressing subtle kisses to the bulge. Pulling the cloth down, his member flops comically to one side of his hip, still a little soft.

You test a lick, holding his base in your hand as you do so, “Do I not get you up as quickly as I used to?” You joke.

He props himself up on his elbows, his head lolled to its side and peering down at you with a scrunched nose. “I just woke up. Like, six minutes ago. This is sleepy dick. Wake it up.”

You laugh at “sleepy dick”, working it into your mouth delicately and swirling your tongue around it like candy. It’s always a weird feeling to have it, literally, inflate in your mouth. Graced in a certain size that seems to contradict his rather lean figure, not that you were complaining.

“Ahh, ah okay. Really sensitive this morning,” he moans, petting your face lovingly. “I wanna be able to last until I’m inside of you, please.”

So you both reposition, his love for missionary holding true as he fits between your spread legs and bracing his hands above your head. The song restarts which now comes to your attention, the “click” reminding you that you ceased to pause it.

Those nostalgic notes fill your head the same time Yoongi happens to fill you, saccharine and melodic. He loves to watch your face in pleasure, always immediate and sending pride right to his hips. He almost scoops upward into you, shallow enough to hit the nerves that make you cry out.

He thinks it sounds nice paired with his track, your high pitch mewls something he wish he could record, fine tune and embed into his audio mixer. The thought oddly turns him on, relocating his hands to the headboard and using the leverage to push into you rather harshly.

You squeak, pleading looks given to your boyfriend and receiving no mercy thereof. If he wouldn’t let up, then so be it. “Y-Yoongi, faster!”

“Ugh,” he pants, fiddling with your nipple between his gorgeous fingers, “H-Hey?”

Your hands reach towards his hips, egging him on with your touch, “Hm?”

“You wanna—fuck, you wanna make a kid?”

You’d laugh hysterically if you weren’t stuffed with cock, “Yoongi—“

“We’ve tried twice. How about another? Just in case.”

He slows for a second, kisses you briefly, then begins again at his hurried pace.

You close your eyes, humming, “Yes. Yes, cum inside.”

It’s only a minute before he finds where he was before, on the verge. As are you.

He exhales through hollowed cheeks, perspiration apparent and so godly handsome that that alone sends you over the edge, his full length and girth ramming into you as you arch.

“There you go, kitten. So sweet, so sweet for me. You’re like heaven, shit,” he stutters, not so far behind as he spills into you. He watches closely, like he can see how much he’s shooting into you, and even after long he doesn’t take himself out.

“Just making sure,” he nervously smiles.

You find yourself on top, again, seconds later. Still full and feeling a bit light. His song playing in the background, maybe for the ninth time.

“Should I turn it off?” he asks, reading your mind.

You watch the curtains pull in the slow wind, warmth shining on your bodies, not a cloud in sight. “No. I just want to stay like this for a bit.”

The rays particularly shine on the side of your belly, rotating yourself a bit so it can catch its luminescence. The feeling is a muted delight, then it’s sudden. The “click” sounds once more.

“I think—I think this is the one,” you say a little excitedly, hands floating above your navel.

But Yoongi sleeps soundly, breath measured. You suppose you’ll tell him when he wakes.

[aaliyrah]

i fell in love with are i don’t understand - chapter 8 is out!

GOD IT HAS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I’VE UPDATED THIS FIC. i’ll never abandon it, it’s my fucking baby dude. punk!max is, at least. i’ll even make more art for this shit. 

anyway, i know most people have followed me because of my art and stuff, but hey, to my oldest of oldest followers (and the life is strange half of my followings) please please please give my fic a try. you’ll probably be bribed more with art, so i can only promise that a comic is going to come out of it soon! 

but here’s an excerpt of it and one of the fun scenes i got to write:

“What was your band?” “Hm?” “Yesterday,” Chloe continues, absentmindedly doodling at the sidelines of her paper, “when we played two truths and a lie. I never asked about them.”

Max hummed again, but this time it was in realization. “Well you know...just some punk band.”

“Don’t want to talk about it?”

“No, not too much.”

Chloe pursed her lips. It’s clear to see that Max is oblivious to the damage her bluntness causes, but Chloe learned to swallow her pride to not let it get to her. Too much, at least.

“A’ight; loud and clear.”

“But I can tell you that I was the bassist,” Max continued, twirling a piece of her hair that framed her face around her finger, “ oh , and also the keyboardist sometimes. I’m still in touch with them and play here and there, mostly bass though. But photography comes first, of course. Couldn’t stick with the band since I had to move, and I think they’re still looking for a replacement right now, last time I checked.”

“For how long?”

Max scrunched her nose as she calculated a number in her head. “...Around a month?”

“Hah. Were you that good?”

“Maybe. I guess. I’m keeping humble.”

That smirk says otherwise, Caulfield.

“...But enough about me,” Max continues. She starts to shift her whole body so that her front was facing Chloe’s, her forearms bridging together on top of her knees to rest her chin on, “you haven’t done your part of the game.”

Chloe hummed, acknowledging the comment. “Well I’m flattered that you’ve noticed,” she confesses, “I honestly didn’t think that you would, and I was also kind of hoping you wouldn’t.”

“Why, think you’re not all that interesting?”

“Hmph. And what gave that away?”

“You’re interesting.” Chloe was caught off guard with how serious Max sounded. Her voice was flat and her face held no emotion, but the eye contact had too much intensity it caused a burning blush from Chloe. She had to avert her eyes somewhere else. “I mean, you’re seen as the leader standing against the Vortex Club and you’re the daughter of the head of security here in Blackwell. If anything, you must be filled with stories.”

“I-I uh, well,” Chloe coughed into the side of her fist, vigorously wiping away the sweat forming at the back of her neck, “I just have stories of people who are interesting , b-but there’s not really much to say about me —”

“Do I need to repeat myself—”

“N-no! No, don’tcomeanycloser , ” Chloe rushes in a breath, hovering a hand on Max’s chest. Max stiffened, her nose fluttering dangerously close to the edges of Chloe’s personal space. Max, completely oblivious to her effect, only furrowed her brows and slowly reverted back to her original position. “Let’s just—yeah! Game. Right. I’m thinking.”

Max let a beat of silence interrupt their flow of conversation. Chloe appreciated it, but the waiting stare she got from the girl might as well have been more anxiety-filling than an interruption. Even with Max’s patient aura, Chloe still felt rushed. It made her mind mush and everything she knew about herself was out the window.

She decided to wing it and let her mouth run. “ Fuck . Okay, okay, uhhm: I used to be a literary arts major, I’ve designed covers for magazines once, and I used to be religious.”

Those words seeped in a slow matter. Max’s face changed at the same pace as a sloth would move, her eyebrows elevating higher and higher. Even her head started to rear back.

“Way to sell yourself short, Price.”

“ Pfft . Really? I could see the magazine one being interesting but everything else is just…”

Max giggles. Chloe couldn’t help but smile. “I don’t know you, Chloe. Remember that? They’re all cool even if one of them is a lie.”

“Heh. Just a little. Do you have your guess?”

The punk makes a low, thoughtful hum. With pursed lips, there is a genuine concentration that plasters her face as she squints.

“...You weren’t a literary arts major.”

Chloe allowed a flash of shock to be expressed before suppressing it. “Yeah. What made you think so?”

“I figured you probably wrote as a hobby, but it wasn’t serious enough for a major.”

“Yeah, that’s...basically on point.

I guess you could say the magazine one is also a lie since people usually think of People or Vogue when the word ‘magazine’ is said… but really I’ve only done covers for the school’s literary magazine. Literally speaking though, it’s not a lie. Just...a psychological one maybe.

The religious one is kind of funny since no one really expects it. My parents—before David—forced me to go to church since one of their friends invited them and they didn’t want to be rude. I think I was...ten? My parents weren’t listening and I was actually really invested in the sermon. It was a weird phase; I even read a children’s version of the Bible in my free time...I kind of tortured my parents into church since I kept having to force them to go.”

“Wow.” Her laughter could be a drug. “This is, like, the reverse of what’s supposed to happen. What got you to stop?”

“They got to the whole gay thing. That’s always the breaker, ain’t it?”

Max’s face went soft after that. There was a distant look in her eyes, but her smile was still there. “Yeah. It always is.”

[randombtsprincessa]

Babesitter

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Author: Randombtsprincessa

Characters: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (2nd POV)

Words: 8.4k

Genre: Smut

Summary: The man babysitting your brother might just be the best homecoming present ever...

Warning: Ditzy Parents, Jungkook being cute with kids, Mentions of a sex toy, Borderline Sexting, Kitchen Blowjobs, first time Deep throating, Commando parties,  playing under the dinner table, Oral and fingering, Graphic smut scene, Protected Sex, Dom! Kook

A/N: Happy Birthday, Jungkook, you rabbit that I grudgingly love.

The smooth purr of the car stopped abruptly with your father cutting off the engine, turning to grin at you in the shotgun seat.

“Welcome home, darling. Excited?”

You couldn’t help but grin back at the man. It had been months since you’d seen him last, too busy with graduating your outrageously expensive university to be able to come home for visits. The edges of your old man’s hair were losing their sheen, turning with age yet he was as always beaming and bright.

Time had been very lenient with your father; his looks and his business.

“Yes dad,” you said, enthusiasm pooling into your voice.

You may be an adult now, but you knew your father still saw you as his first-born toddler.

“That’s good, um…” he paused, looking blankly behind him at the suitcases mounted in the backseat, seemingly calculating the number of them with the addition of boxes in the trunk lot.

“Why don’t we go inside first, see your mother, then we can figure out what to do with your luggage?”

You nodded, sliding out of the car after your father as he locked the car, opening the side door of the garage to let you both in.

 Heading in, your mother was already waiting for you in the kitchen hallway, an anticipatory smile on her face, breaking out into a squeal at the sight of you.

“Y/N,” she simpered, soft hands cupping your face to pull you in for a hug, your own arms returning the affection automatically.

If your dad was handsome, your mother was beautiful. You knew it must have something to do with them marrying at a very young age, but your parents were in love and you supposed that was enough for them both.

They were the reason why men and sometimes, even women, turned heads to look at you, cooing over your looks but you were nothing if not wary of those compliments.

No, you were going to be mindful and with a head, you’d decided.

No matter that your beauty had gotten you out of several tight holes before.

“Where’s Y/B/N?” You asked, looking up the staircase, wondering if you were going to be accosted with too much laughter and thundering footsteps any second.

“He’s out with his babysitter. We thought we should let you settle in a bit before he pounces on you. He’s missed you.” Your mother patted your face, eyes soon moving away from you towards the living room.

“I’ll get your luggage.” Your dad said, leaving and very soon your mother was gone too, manicured fingers dialing numbers that would occupy her for as long as she wanted.

Well, at least it was a nice homecoming.

You soon ascended the stairs, treading the familiar path to your bedroom, for now a little sparse as you had more or less moved out for university. You critically eyed the stripped bed; you would be placing out the new blue butterfly bed clothes you’d bought last month; that would feel heavenly.

Below, the bustle of your father getting some mover to come over on the phone with your mother chirping in the background was abruptly cut off with a loud crow of laughter and you lightened immediately. A smile tugged at your lips as you closed the door to your room, taking the stairs back down to go meet your younger brother.

Your mother had her front to you in the entrance hall, speaking to a tall, broad backed man who hunched slightly, his hands within reach of the small bundle of excitement gripping onto his long fingers.

You wondered if it was a mover before shaking away the thought. No, your father would deal with that and your brother wouldn’t be so clingy to him.

Even as your rounded the corner to the living room, your brother turned his big, wide eyes to the new arrival, comically screeching when he saw it was you.

“Y/Nie!” He screamed loudly, making your mother and the man jump as you bent down to accept the bouncing boy in your arms.

“Y/B/N, you’ve grown taller.” You smiled large, affection pouring out of your pores as the boy smiled toothily.

“I did, I am a whole 2 feet and…” he trailed off, eyes dropping slightly as he thought of the exact number before giving up, kicking his legs in disappointment before sparking up again.

“Y/N, this is Jungkook! He’s your friend and now he’s my friend too! He babysits me! I like him.” He reached out a stubby small finger to point and you followed it to look at the man, who was beaming in your direction.

You squinted at him, the big front teeth that poked into his lips flaring remembrance of a similar smile, of childhood sand pit meets, of shared lunchboxes before the inevitable parting of ways in high school.

“Jungkook…wait, Jeon Jungkook?”                                                                        

Your brother was the one who answer, a keening ‘yes’ echoing around you even before the man could open his mouth.

“Yes, Y/N, he’s grown now, isn’t he?” Your mother gushed from behind him. “I was surprised when Y/B/N recognized him, but then we’re friends with his family and Jungkook has been such a help.”

Of course Y/B/N recognized him. The Jeon family was a close friend of your father’s family and you’d been more or less the only kids who saw each other in any form of regularity.

You didn’t remember if you’d ever been genuinely fond of the boy himself and vice versa but he was still your first kindergarten and school friend and he’d been more than enough nice to you.

“Oh now, Mrs. Y/L/N, I haven’t grown that much.” Jungkook scratched his cheek, your mother waving a hand.

“Nonsense, if you were cute then, you’re handsome now. Y/N would agree, wouldn’t you?” Your mother and Jungkook both turned to you and you froze before stammering.

“Uh…yeah, he’s cool.” You coughed.

Jungkook watched you for a second before grinning again. “You’re one to talk, Y/N. You used to be a small brat hanging about the trees with me and now look at you. You’re beautiful.”

You blinked. Did he just indirectly insult you when you’d offered him a compliment? What in the world…

Your brother suddenly stretched himself away from you. “Mom, look at what Jungkook Hyung bought me.” He rushed forward to grab your mother’s hand, dragging her away as they left you and Jungkook alone.

There was a considerable silence as you kept your eye pointed towards the coffee table.

“So…hi,” Jungkook pulled your attention to him.

“Hi,” you replied simply.

Jungkook puffed out his cheeks a little, the light catching onto a small indented scar. You remembered that scar; it had been during middle school, a small mishap in the computer room. Jungkook’s prowess in beating people up had spiked when he’d walked out of the altercation with only that scar.

“So, how was that university of yours?” he asked.

“It was fine. Overpriced as hell, but it was worth it; they actually used the money for what they said they would instead of it going up in flames.” You joked.

“Must’ve been fun, living alone for a bit,” he prompted.

You shrugged. “I missed my family but you know how it is.”

Jungkook nodded. “My mom wouldn’t let me go out of the state. I finished in the city college. The money does go up in flames here.”

There was another pause before he snapped his fingers as if remembering something.

“So, your mom said you had stuff to unpack. You need help with that?”

You swung back a little. “Oh, you don’t need to do that. Thanks though,”                            

Jungkook shook his head. “I want to help. We can catch up a bit and your dad won’t need to call someone who’ll take ages to do stuff. I mean, how much could it be?”

You bit into your lip, your eyes roving over his sincere posture. He was right. It wasn’t much and movers would only create more hassle.

You settled into a soft smile.

“Alright, I’ll take you up on that.”

Jungkook responded with his own grin, familiar bunny teeth poking out. “I’ll be here bright and early tomorrow.” He nodded at you just as your brother and mom came back, his attention diverting to them.

Jungkook arrived the next day, just as bright and early as he’d promised, leaving you to gape at him a little in his black t-shirt and sweats.

“I’m all ready, captain! Lead the way,” he mocked you a salute as you absent-mindedly waved him inside, guiding him up to your bedroom.

“I wasn’t expecting you to actually show up.” You admitted before opening the door, in your own way apologizing for being clumsy with details.

Jungkook smiled kindly at you, entering your space while casting an inquisitive look around. “It’s fine. Moving is harrying, I know. Man, I haven’t been up here since we were, what, 13, I think.” He slid his hands into his pockets then turned to you.

You rubbed your palms, wondering if your family was bound to come back from their morning workout soon. You hoped not. Your mother had a tendency to hover. She would also wake Y/B/N up.

“Ok, so I already did my clothes and most accessories. I just need help with the furniture covers and old stuff that I’m going to need to sort out and give away.” You pointed to the last three boxes stacked in front of your closet and he nodded, moving to pick them up and placing them on the bed and the other on the desk.

For the next few minutes, both of you busied yourselves with emptying the boxes, Jungkook sorting out a few things and asking your opinion whether you still wanted them or not.

“So, Jungkook, how did you become my brother’s babysitter?” You asked casually as you tossed a photo into the disposal box.

“I met Y/B/N at the store. He’d run off from your mother.” He said, matter-of-factly, making you let out the tiniest snort. “I don’t even know how but he recognized me. I brought him back here but Y/B/N wouldn’t let go so your mom and I had to improvise that I would come back the next day. Well, I wasn’t planning to…but I showed up anyway, for friendship’s sake and well…now here I am,”

“I’m sorry you had to be roped in like that.” You laughed.

“Nah, it’s good. Your parents actually pay me good money for the kid and he’s not all too bad. Kind of reminds me of you, if I’m being honest. Only now, I’m better equipped to handle that kind of behavior. It’s good fun after college.”

“How was your college experience?”

“Okay-ish…I mean, I didn’t go to a fancy ass place but it was a decent exposure. If I need something done at least I can do it myself. How about yourself? Any good stories to tell…?”

You paused, peering up at him suspiciously. “Are you asking me about my love life Jungkook?”

For his part, he looked sheepish, grinning pleasantly as he threw you a wink over his shoulder. “I wasn’t specifically aiming, but now that you mention it…”

“Whoa! Hold it, there…how did we go from unpacking to that?”

“You started it, Y/N.”

You had to let out a smile at the childish remark before reigning it in. “Well, I’m sorry to say but I think my sex life is definitely as exciting as yours probably is.”

Jungkook looked at you, an eyebrow rising to his frumpy hairline. “What makes you think so?” he looked back as he asked the question, softly trailing away before he broke out into a chortle, seemingly amused. “Actually, I think I do ok, compared to you.”

You frowned, turning around completely with your hands on your hips, “What does that mean?”

Warm brown eyes met yours, holding eye contact as Jungkook slowly reached into his box, lifting something that colored your cheeks in mortification. Jungkook continued eyeing you in awkward humor as he tapped the still packaged small blue vibe, complete with its warranty attached to it.

“I’m done with my pile. I was just wondering where you want me to put this.”

“Oh my god,” you gripped the edge of your desk, “put it away!” you ignored the subtle inflection on the word put, trying not to let the handsome curve of his lips embarrass you.

“Gladly, do you have an underwear drawer it needs to go into?” He, of course, spared no subtlety on his words.

You snarled, marching up to him and grabbing the damned package, tossing it to the floor. “I think we’re done here.”

Jungkook’s smirk vanished, as he raised his hands up to surrender and slowly moved to exit your room, propelled every few meters by your shoves.

“Thank you for all your help.” You said curtly, the innocence dripping from his doe eyes blinking up at you thawing you mildly.

“Sure…do you mind if I ask you something?” He laid a hand on the banister.

“Uh…go ahead,”

“Why haven’t you opened the thing? Was it an accidental drunk buy you forgot, or a prank from a friend or something?”

You recoiled slightly. “Why are you asking me about that?”

“I’m curious.”

“Well, it’s just…it was an impulse from when I was still with my ex. We broke up before Valentine’s so it just stayed where it was.” You mumbled, your ears heating at the look Jungkook gave you.

“That’s pitiful for a guy. He definitely didn’t treat you right if you needed to buy that.” He sympathized.

You waited to see if he was going to add on a taunt at the end but he continued to stare at you. “Well, I’m sure I do well on my own, thanks for the concern.”

“Anytime,” Jungkook seemed to understand your dismissal, opening the front door before pausing; the low light of the pale sun hitting his face and exemplifying his cheekbones as he gave you one last cheeky grin.

“I could do much better though. You wouldn’t need a vibrator at all.”

You blinked too fast, trying to process what he’d said as Jungkook winked again, none of the innocence from before visible as he finally pulled the door shut after him, leaving you to gape at the hardwood.

It was two days later that your parents decided to take your brother for an exclusive aquarium trip, with you staying behind out of simple boredom as you switched through the movie selection on your Netflix.

Your family being absent meant you hadn’t heard from Jungkook since the day he had wildly changed your notions of him being an innocent, oversized bunny. No, the quick smirks, eyebrow quirking and all that cheesy wording had managed to find an irritating place into you…specifically your unmentionables.

You grunted as you pushed the laptop away. You weren’t usually the type to get hot and bothered over looks, a connection sought which was why all your exes were just that – exes. Yet, you couldn’t deny the sticky feeling in your thighs, rubbing them over the satin silk of your bed sheets providing zero relief.

A small ‘bing’ lit your dark room as your phone screen lit up, a text notification from an unknown number distracting you as you swiped to open it, immediately dreading the words on them.

[10:34 PM] Unknown: I can’t stop thinking about that little thing I found in the box.

You knew; you knew it was him but you put your thumbs to the keyboard and typed.

[10:34 PM] You: Who’s this?

You trapped the edge of your nail between your teeth, watching the ticks turn blue before bubbles appeared on his side.

[10:35 PM] Unknown: Who else did you have fishing things out of your luggage?

Touché…

[10:35 PM] You: How did you get my number?

You hastily saved his number as he replied.

[10:35 PM] Jungkook: I have my sources…so, what did you do with it?

[10:36 PM] You: I threw it out.

[10:36 PM] Jungkook: Liar…it’s still in your room. Maybe in that underwear drawer I asked about…or were you using it already?

You rolled your eyes, trying not to glance at the package that nestled in the folds of your squashy chair. You’d have felt guilty, however the way Jungkook put it he was enjoying the tease.

[10:37 PM] You: You wish Jungkook.

It took a minute for him to reply, as if he was thinking through what he was going to say to you.

[10:38 PM] Jungkook: I do actually...

If you were a better person, you’d have dropped the conversation right there. You’d tell him that it was inappropriate for you to be doing this with him, that whatever attraction you’d garnered for him after seeing him after a long time was just nothing that needed to be acted upon. You’d probably forget and try to move on.

However, you were none of these things. No, you weren’t going to deny yourself the smirk that was brought to your lips, the satisfaction that he was the one to reach out first, clearly interested and all too willing.

Another pop-up message brought your attention back to the text.

[10:39 PM] Jungkook: Hope I didn’t offend you…honestly I’m a little jealous of it even if you say you didn’t use it.

[10:39 PM] You: Is that so?

[10:40 PM] Jungkook: I meant it when I said I could do so much better. You wouldn’t need that vibe at all, I promise.

[10:40 PM] Jungkook: That’s all about you talking, though, isn’t it? Why should I believe you?

You leant back on your comfortable pillows, trying not to let your fingers drift over your body as you waited for a reply. Seconds passed as the ticks remained blue…turning to a whole minute, then two…worrying you that maybe you had taken the tease too far, offended him in turn. After all, a guy never liked having his so called sexual prowess questioned.

You had just about given up on getting a reply when a sudden bing rang again.

[10:44 PM] Jungkook: Don’t believe me now, I wouldn’t blame you…but I don’t want you questioning me again once I’ve made you come enough times that you forget your name. It’s just a matter of when. Have sweet dreams tonight.

You opened your mouth, a loud ‘huh’ escaping you involuntarily. This just seemed like the kind of text a boy would send before hightailing it out of your way. You rolled your eyes hard at the corny ‘make you forget your name’ line even though it made your stomach clench, imagining his face hovering over you, the long fingers that had expertly moved in your things, moving in a very different way…all for you.

“Damn it,” you whispered, your fingers dropping the phone on your nightstand as you began to wiggle out of your pajama shorts, seeking a much needed relief from the heavy feeling in your thighs.

The text conversation had all but left your mind, leaving a haze of delight on your mind for the next few days as you strolled through the mall near your home.

Jungkook had come over for your brother a few times but had never let his gaze settle on you for longer than necessary. You didn’t know if it was to rile you up or because he didn’t want your mother and brother to feel suspicious of the changed dynamic between two childhood friends.

All you knew was that the retail therapy you were currently engaging in was definitely not due to the test he was putting you through. Nope, not at all…

Loud boisterous laughter echoed around you from school kids enjoying a break, teen girls walking around buried in the latest gossip or some who were out with their parents, seeming mellower. All familiar sights; calming and serene as you stopped in front of a store, looking critically at the black cut dress on the mannequin.

Now that was something you could wear…

You glanced at your purse, feeling your card burning as it pleaded to be put to use but you’d come with no intentions of buying…

You glanced at the dress again.

“Y/N, wow, hey,”

You turned on your spot, seeing three boys approach you, the tallest of the trio to have addressed you. You looked over them in confusion before stopping, eyes twitching barely as you caught Jeon Jungkook, reaching you last, hands in his pockets again but no hint of his innocent doe eyes anywhere.

No, his eyes were hooded, peering at you with his head tilted back just slightly, as if you were an antique he was evaluating.

You looked away quickly, turning your attention to the tall boy who’d called at you, your mind sifting through memories.

“Taehyung,” you smiled, looking beside him, “and Jimin; wow you guys grew up too.”

The man gave you a wide grin, looking at Jimin. “I wouldn’t say that about this one; you didn’t hang with us in high school but trust me, he hasn’t grown an inch since the 11th grade.”

Seeing Jimin’s smile falter before he scowled and smacked Taehyung’s shoulder made you laugh, not looking at Jungkook when he didn’t even greet you. “Yah, I’m not that short, you asshole.”

“Whatever you say, short stack,” Taehyung turned to you. “Are you back here for good then?”

You nodded. “Yep, well settled and everything.”

“That’s good; we finished our degrees a while ago so we’re already working. Tae here is the receptionist at the art gallery and I’m the assistant dance teacher at the studio. You should stop by someday.” Jimin offered.

“Oh my god, that’s amazing you guys, you really did great.” You batted your lashes just so.

Were you flirting? Not exactly, but that didn’t mean that you couldn’t be just extra nice to people you’d known a long time ago. Unless of course you were trying to show Jungkook that you could help yourself just as easily.

You glanced one last time at Jungkook, seeing his eyes on you for the whole time, unblinking and hard.

“Well guys, I’ve got to run, but I will definitely call on you.” You returned their waves as you gracefully slid between them, finally pulling the big gun.

“Oh and Jimin, don’t worry, I’m sure you grew up big.” You winked, taking pleasure when Jimin went bright red and Taehyung actually choked. You didn’t glance at Jungkook as you turned and strutted away.

Check and mate, sucker.

It was when you were in the car, of course that Jungkook made his own move. The call was accepted hesitantly, wondering what he had to say.

“I hope you had fun, beautiful, laying it on so thick for my buddies.”

You raised your eyebrows. “What, now you’re jealous of your friends too? You know, you should really do something about that.”

“Oh I will, don’t you worry. I made a promise, after all. Stay home tonight.”

Jungkook hung up abruptly, leaving you staring to the front in dawning apprehension.

You didn’t know how you’d end up like this, you really didn’t.

You’d followed Jungkook’s instruction, staying in; it wasn’t like you really had somewhere pressing to be. Your father and mother were at home, your brother was home and then Jungkook had been at home too, watching the Toy Story series with your brother while holding a conversation with your parents about sports and his hobbies simultaneously.

You’d sat on the farthest armchair, your legs folded underneath you as you’d stared at Jungkook from your periphery. He had entered the room, taking his place next to your brother without much attention given to you aside from a too cheerful ‘hey Y/N’, deeply interested in whatever your mother was saying.

You felt pathetic, eyeing him in hopes that he would, you don’t know, would do something, anything, give some sort of indication that the game he was playing with you was going to be continued to something tonight.

Finally, you’d huffed, getting to your feet to go to the kitchen, your back turned to the entrance to quench your thirst when you’d felt fingers slinking up your free arm, head whipping about to catch Jungkook leaning to your ear.

“Frustrated, are we?”

“No, why?” you’d replied too quickly, his chuckle vibrating against the thrum of your own pulse. He turned you gently, your eyes meeting his. He dipped his head a little.

“You can say it, Y/N. I don’t mind. I wouldn’t lie and tell you that I haven’t been hard ever since I walked in to see you in these shorts. Really bold, wearing those when you knew I’d be here.”

You couldn’t help it. Your eyes flew to the crotch of his jeans, making him snort.

“God, you’re so eager.” He pushed himself against you, knee knocking against your own to get it out of his way as he let you feel his own eagerness. Sure enough, he was sporting a semi that was only hardening against your hot pink shorts.

“What should we do about that, hmm?”

You only stared over his shoulder, praying that no one would walk in to see you pressed up against the sink, Jungkook completely wedged between your legs as he whispered filth in your ear. Your fingers tightened against the edge of the counter.

“Come here.” he said suddenly, pulling you to the island, eyes moving to the kitchen entrance as well as he pushed you down to your knees, out of the sight of anyone who would come in.

“What are you doing?” You hissed up at him, watching his finger drift to his zipper as he tugged it down.

“Letting you take care of my problem. Isn’t that what you wanted?” he smirked down at you, one eyebrow raised in challenge as he waited, to see if you would refute and back out.

The hell you would…

“Oh right, of course, someone like you would need your dick sucked to feel validated.”

You enjoyed the split second in which his eyes narrowed, lips turning down in annoyance before your hands were moving, slipping to his belt buckle and undoing it, the ends falling away to let you open the button, your mouth dropping open.

Jungkook had gone commando.

“I see you like sucking dick to make a man feel validated as well.” Jungkook retorted, his voice clipped but you could feel the proud smirk aimed at you when his dick, now good and hard fell out almost immediately when you spread his jeans a bit.

He placed his palms on the island, his tall frame hunkering so that his shaft lined up with your lips.

“Only you,” you whispered before pressing a soft kiss to the head, the length bobbing a little as it twitched in reaction.

“I don’t know about you, beautiful but we’ve got to hurry this up. Your family is still out there.” He breathed eyes now wide as he watched you while his ears stayed outside.

You hummed in reply; your eyes on him as you opened your mouth slowly, placing him on your tongue. It tasted salty and while the head itself stretched the seal of your mouth, you knew it was only because of lack of practice. You trusted Jungkook to be careful.

You close your eyes when the contact became too much, the weight of Jungkook’s gaze only beating that of his cock that now lay snug in the crevice of your mouth.

“Fuck, baby, you haven’t used your mouth much, have you?” he asked finally.

You pop him out immediately, turning a scowl up at him but he chuckled reassuringly. “I’m not being an ass. I’m just grateful you’re letting me do this.”

“I’m not letting you do anything. I’m doing this because I want to do this.” You said. You diverted attention to his length in your hand, stroking up from the base, feeling his veins come to bulge before a translucent drip appeared at the tip.

“Fuck then, that’s just hotter.” He let out a low groan when you suck him in again, letting him in as much as you could before the passage of your throat constricted.

“Ah fuck,” he hissed, one hand rubbing at his thigh before landing on your head. “I really want to let you do this on your own but we don’t have much time, Y/N.” He warned again.

You glanced around the corner before up at him. “Then you do it.”

Jungkook’s eyes flew open, wide at you. “Say what?”

You smirked, encasing his wrist to shift his hand in your hair, curling his fingers to grasp a bunch. “You do it.”

Jungkook waited a full second, eyes studying your expression before returning a wicked smirk of his own. “Jesus, you’re nasty.”

His hold tightened in your hair, your mouth pushed open roughly as he shoved himself in your mouth again, stopping when he felt you clamp on him.

“Can I deep throat you? Would you be ok with that?” he asked. His voice had gone low, husky and barely choked.

You whimpered around him, knowing it would be rough for a while but nodding anyway.

“I’ll be gentle, just hit my leg if it gets too much.” He promised, giving you a chance to prepare as he pulled out completely.

You took in a deep breath, before loosening your jaw and letting your mouth open. Jungkook, as promised, went slow, pushing in till your limit, eyes fixed on your face as he maintained eye contact, all the while pressing forward, past the set of your teeth, your uvula and then slipping into the cavern of your throat.

You choked, making him pull out immediately as you pumped him, the saliva coating him making it easier as he grunted. “Good, you’re doing so well, Y/N. Again…?” he questioned and you almost cried at how considerate he was being.

After a second try, both of you deemed that it was ok for him to start ferociously pumping himself into your mouth. Low grunts filled the space between you as he hunched over you, hand alternating between clutching your hair to stroking it as he praised you in his broken, melodious voice.

“Fucking hell, you feel so good…”

“I can’t wait to feel your pussy.”

“I’m going to make you cum so good on my tongue for this.”

“You nasty girl, you get off on this, don’t you? Any chance that someone will come in to see a sweet girl getting mouth fucked in the kitchen.”

It was this last statement that made you swallow, and Jungkook finally threw his head back, grunts letting way to a soft whine as he finally came, flooding your throat with his come. He muttered a few words that went unnoticed by you as he pulled away almost immediately, letting you settle back.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I should’ve warned you.”

You shook your head to show him it was fine as you felt the semen that hadn’t seeped down your throat already pool into your mouth. You stood up on shaky legs, turning on the sink faucet to rinse your mouth and flush out…fluids.

“Hyung!” Jungkook and you both jumped, turning to see a glum looking Y/B/N frowning at Jungkook.

“I’ve been waiting for you for the last fifteen minutes! The movie is nearly ending. Come on!” he crooned with all the tenacity of a child. You were very sure it was longer than fifteen minutes, but you would be loathing confirming it.

“Oh yeah, sorry, we got to talking and didn’t realize. I’m coming!” His voice, previously deep and dripping with lust had gone high, one that he used on your brother only. He went to scoop up the boy, tickling his side as they disappeared from the kitchen, the only remainder of your depravity being the scorching look Jungkook tossed you before turning the corner.

“Mrs. Jeon invited you over for dinner tonight!” Your mother gushed.

You choked on the apple you were slowly chewing, your eyes flying up from the KKT chat to your mother, her hair curled freshly. “I met up with her at our salon and she told me to pass on the news! Isn’t she sweet?”

Or, this is Jungkook’s newest game…

You nodded, not answering as you switched chats to Jungkook’s, foregoing the previous sexy ones and sending new one.

[11:23 AM] You: Dinner at your house…? Ring any bells…?

You watched your mother flutter about in the kitchen a little, opening and closing cabinets before settling on cereals for snacks as Jungkook replied.

[11:26 AM] Jungkook: Uh…yeah, she’s told your mom, didn’t she? She’s been nagging me to put on my best impression forward. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I’d already done it.

You snorted. You had to agree he’d placed some very good impressions forward.

[11:27 AM] You: So, what do we do?

[11:28 AM] Jungkook: You get all dolled up for me and ready by 8, I’m going to give you a ride to my place and then back ;)

[11:28 AM] You: Classy, Jeon

[11:30 AM] Jungkook: Calm down beautiful, it’s just a dinner. I’ll see you at 8.

Sighing at the impromptu sweetness from him, you got to your feet, tossing the apple core into the trash. “I’m going to prepare for this dinner party.” You told your mother, dropping a kiss to her head when she started about taking you to her salon.

It was as you climbed up to your room that the idea struck you like a bolt. You smiled slowly, deviously.

Jungkook wouldn’t know what hit him.

You were certainly right about Jungkook being thunderstruck when he picked you up. Looking just a notch more dressed up in a tight black shirt and jacket, hands in pockets he chewed the inside of his cheek when you opened the door, leaning against the doorjamb – not being sexy.

Jungkook turned to look at you with an expectant grin before his eyes drooped and jaw slackened as his eyes drifted down your body almost inappropriately.

“Fuck,” you heard his whisper as you called to let your parents know you were leaving and to have fun.

“Your parents are going to be gone again?” He asked, looking deliberately at your face.

You took his proffered hand, swinging it between yourselves as he led you to his car in the driveway. “You know how they are; they have the same interests as Y/B/N. It’s the planetarium tonight. My dad paid to book it for mom and him for the whole night.”

Jungkook looked deep in thought as both of you slid in and he began driving back to his place, his eyes fixed straight ahead until he covered the short distance between your houses.

“So, what have you told your parents?” you asked, running a palm down the skirt of the black dress you’d decided to buy at the mall after all.

“Not much,” he smirked as he knocked on his door.”Your mother spoke enough.”

You’d only managed to let out a reassigned groan as the door opened, revealing a familiar but now older Mrs. Jeon.

“Y/N! Come in, come in, ah, this is so lovely.” She wrapped a delicate armed hug around you as his father made an entrance too, standing beside Jungkook.

You tried to not to let your pained grin show through, catching Jungkook hiding a smile behind his hand as his mother ushered you to the dinner table.

“Supper’s all ready, dear. Here, sit next to Jungkook.” She dumped you on the chair beside Jungkook as both parents took the ends of the table, a server, looking hired for this very purpose began announcing the dishes as he piled them on.

“You said it’s ‘just a dinner’.” You hissed to Jungkook.

“Ah, what can I say? My mother is worse compared to yours. Just go with it. You’ll enjoy this dinner, I promise.” He said, keeping his voice low as he sipped from his water goblet.

You shot him a suspicious look at his promise but it wasn’t until main course that you found out what he was talking about.

The server, his name was Clark as you asked kindly, was plating the delicate pasta when Jungkook barely nudged your knee.

You glanced at him, shifting in your seat to give him more space before he nudged you again, a little harder.

You looked at him, picking up your fork again to see him facing his father, nodding as he muttered about the recent scandal of coaches.

You turned to your food, smiling demurely at Mrs. Jeon talking about how men never changed when a large, warm palm encased your knee, jerking it to the right.

Your fingers stilled, body stiffening as you felt Jungkook’s thumb stroke soothing circles inside your leg. You settled your body back, nearly slumping into the chair, allowing Jungkook more ground as he paused in his conversation with his father to give you a look, hints of amusement glinting deep in his eyes.

He was going to keep his promise and make you enjoy tonight. Who were you to stand in his way?

Straightening, you placed your free hand on his, inching it further up under the skirt as you squirmed, trying to let the dress slink up without anyone noticing.

Jungkook seemed satisfied, helping you by hooking his pinky into the seam of the hem, edging it up till the tip of his fingers brushed your pelvic join, the bare skin where he should’ve felt fabric catching his attention.

He stopped, you noticed him taking a deep breath before turning to his mother, answering her about her latest shopping endeavors, fingers left vague near where you wanted him.

You rolled your eyes, taking the initiative even as you arched just so, pressing your heat against his hand insistently. Jungkook’s eyes shot to yours, narrowing in warning, moving his hand out of your skirt as his palm moved to cup your mound over the slick material of the dress, squeezing deliciously.

He let his thumb brush over the seam of your slit once before he was pulling away completely, bringing that particular thumb up to brush against his lips, expressionless as he emptied his glass.

“Are you done, Y/N? I should really take you home.” The last statement was aimed at his mother.

“Yes, yes of course, do give your parents my best, Y/N. I will see you again very soon, this time with your parents.” Mrs. Jeon waved a hand for Clark to collect your and Jungkook’s plate as she stood up.

“Get back to dinner, mom. I’m driving her back.” Jungkook said, leaving no room for arguments as his hand, that damn hand cupped your elbow, guiding you out of his house and back to the car, shoving you into the passenger seat and climbing into the driver’s.

“What’s your problem? I wanted to take another serving of the pasta.” You grumbled as he stopped abruptly, a little ahead of the road turning to you.

“Show me,” it was a command.

“Show you what?”

“Beautiful, not right now; I want you to show me what you plan to get out of tonight’s game.”

You stared at him for a second, feeling his eyes turn pointedly to the way your skirt had ridden up your thighs. You let your finger hesitantly lower to the hem, raising it barely to give him a peek at what he wanted.

“That’ll do.” He softly whispered, revving the engine again as he turned to your street, slipping into the empty driveway.

“Would you like to come in?” you asked, trying to play coy but giving up pretenses midway when you see him unlatching his seatbelt, eyes already on you.

“Duh,” he laughed, exiting the car after you.

“I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m glad your parents are going to be out.” He muttered, standing too close to you as you unlocked the door with the spare key, switching on the porch lights.

“Why is that?” you murmured absently.

Jungkook pushed you against the front door, grinning confidently. “Because you’re going to be loud tonight, I’d rather the kid not hear that.”

You snickered, feeling his hands delve into the coat he’s placed over your shoulder, crumpling and throwing it on the couch.

“Is this the part where you make me come so many times that I, what did you say, oh right, ‘forget my own name’?” you teased.

Jungkook walked you further into the house, his fingers undoing cufflinks at his wrist as he eyed you lazily.

“Yes,” he gripped the back of your neck, “We made a deal that you wouldn’t be questioning me after that.”

“Yeah whatever,” you grabbed the lapel of his shirt, fisting it as you pulled him down to you, lips meeting in a fiery kiss that burned hotter at pent up tension exploding around you and Jungkook.

You never actually managed to reach your bedroom, Jungkook deeming it proper to push you up and over the armrest of your favorite couch. Your back arched uncomfortable as you maneuvered yourself while he undid his shirt completely and let it flutter to the floor.

“It’s a very pretty dress. You were eyeing this at the store that day, weren’t you?” he asked, running soft fingers up your legs, hooking under your knees.

“You saw?” Surprise made you prop yourself to stare at him.

“I saw you since the moment you entered the store, Y/N. Tae and Jimin noticed you later and I had to follow.”

“Wow, stalker much?”

“Stalker who is going to be doing this,”

Jungkook pulled your legs up, sliding to the floor fluidly. Latching them over his shoulders, he yanked you towards him by the waist, all the while eyes boring into you defiantly.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked.

What were you going to do, say yes?

“No.”

“Good,”

Jungkook turned his eyes lower, finally focusing on the skin you had deliberately left uncovered for him to explore.

“This dress you’re wearing is so pretty, I don’t want to rip it.” He said. You hummed appreciatively, raising your legs together so he could push off the tight skirt and away before returning their position on his shoulders.

Jungkook pressed his fingers to your core, spreading the lips apart a little so he could flourish his tongue across the swell of your nub, a pause left at the edges to dig in the pink muscle.

You sighed, relaxing in his ministration as he slaved away, increasing and decreasing the pressure he used, the harder strokes he applied to your clit and entrance, jolting your fingers and torso till you were clutching at his hair, trying to press him closer.

“I promised you’d be coming on my tongue and fingers for the kitchen, didn’t I?”

You didn’t have to glance his way to know he was peering up at you with his smug lips glistening and curved. “Well, then get to it,” You encouraged.

The man took it as a challenge, delving back into you with a growl that vibrated through your folds, sparking delectable heat in the depths of your abdomen. A definite warning that he would get what he wanted from your body soon.

Jungkook seemed to be able to tell you were close too, migrating to gently place distracting kitten licks to your now hardened clit, middle finger easing in till it was buried to his knuckles into you.

You grunted, jerking into a ball, your knee slipping off as he clicked his tongue, repositioning your leg, holding it tightly in his free hand as he increased the force of his suckles.

The single finger turned to two, then three curling cleverly into your walls as they sought and found the sweet spot within your writhing body.

The come hither motions of his fingers made you convulse, earning a low groan of approval from Jungkook as he detached his lips from your folds, standing with his fingers lodged deep in you. He maintained lazy motions, stretching out your small orgasm.

“Fuck, beautiful, you good?” Jungkook pulled you upward gently, hands moving to your back, rubbing out any knots that may have formed.

“Yeah, I’m good. I’m good.” You reassured before tapping his chin, running your thumb to wipe away the remnants of your arousal from his lips.

“I still remember my name, you know.”

“Not a problem, I’m not done with you yet.”

Jungkook spun you, fingers unclasping the hook and pulling the zipper down till the dress hung loosely around your frame. He bunched the material in his fists, slowly but firmly pushing the stretchy fabric down till it pooled at your ankles before being shoved away somewhere. Splaying large hands across your shoulder, he was pushing you right back over the armrest again, this time on your front.

The plush fabric of the sofa brushed cold against your nipples, hardening them further as you ground your chest into the material, looking for friction. Shame was long forgotten as Jungkook realized what you were doing, bending till his mouth was at your ear.

“Does that feel good? Do you want me to make you come like this, using one of the cushions to grind against your pretty clit? Or do you want my cock in you, pumping till you can’t stand?”

You whimpered, reaching back for his hand. He gave it willingly, letting you guide it so you could press it blatantly to your throbbing mound. You felt him fumbling a bit, getting out of the rest of his clothes and put on the condom.

“Your cock, please,”

“Good girl,” He removed his hand, letting it rest on your ass first, curving with your flesh, kneading it gently before settling on your hips as with the other he ran the head over your tight seam, pushing forward till the tip nestled just inside you, your wall contracting to pull him in further.

“Fuck, beautiful, I can feel you trying to suck me in. Are you being greedy?”

You turned your head to look at him in annoyance. “You really want to play games right now?” you snarled.

Jungkook laughed, deep and freely as he plunged forward, your sentence stuttering out as you felt him settle so deep in you, you could feel him.

You were full of him.

“Oh my - fuck,” You whined in surprise, Jungkook brushing away hair so he could whisper again. “I was being gentle, Y/N.”

“Don’t be; please, Jungkook, don’t be gentle.” You answered, tilting your head to allow him to trail open mouthed hot kisses, sucking into the curve of your shoulder.

“As you wish,”

Jungkook braced himself on his forearms on either side of you, mouth landing on your back as he increased his pace and the strength of his thrusts. His cock, girth and length hit the deepest spots in you, stretching you out in ways your exes had never even managed.

The vibrator fell away from your conscience. You were so tossing it out after tonight.

Jungkook grunted behind you, his thighs, toned and tight pressed against the curve of your ass. Raising himself with one hand, he gripped onto your wrist, pulling it up and around your head, pushing you back against his chest as he cupped a full breast, tweaking at a nipple.

“Fuck I want them in my mouth.” He hissed, slowing and stopping abruptly as he pulled out, leaving you to take in huge gulps of breaths.

Jungkook moved so fast he might as well have been a blur. He moved the discarded clothes to cover the sofa and sat on them, the hand holding your wrist guiding you to sit on top of him.

Both of you hissed as he went deeper into you before stilling. Jungkook pressed his forehead against yours, eye closing and throat bobbing as he swallowed.

“I want to make you cum.” You whispered bravely, making his eyes fly open as he gaped up at you.

“Go ahead.” He grinned, letting his hands rest comfortably at your waist as you braced yours on his shoulder, raising yourself up and then down, the sofa letting out a puff sound that made you both chuckle lazily.

You close your eyes, tossing your head back as you tried to set the same pace he had, feeling his length brush over your spot over and over in this position, your warmth convulsing as the signs of another impending orgasm brewed on your horizon.

Jungkook hissed. “Fuck, baby, just like that,” he glanced down, thumb slicking in his mouth as he rubbed it over you clit, stimulating you further, as you rode him hard. His hands kneaded your tits, swollen lips trapping a peak in to his mouth, suckling while his head nuzzled against the soft flesh.

You could feel his satisfied smile like this as you tightened further.

Jungkook finally pulled away with a wet pop, his pants increasing as he cupped your face. “I’m going to cum baby. Where do you want it?”

You whined in heat, mind running hazily as you brought his hands down to your chest. “Here, here, come here,” you breathed loudly.

Jungkook cursed, standing suddenly with you like you weighed nothing before turning around to dump you unceremoniously on the sofa, parting your legs till he was pounding inside again, hair sweaty and sticking to his forehead while the heel of his palm dug in your clit. His hips were angled perfectly, battering against your sweet spot until you were screaming, screaming his name, any nonsense that flooded your brain.

You never registered Jungkook pulling away with a furious growl, his large palm jerking over his member roughly until he was releasing all over you, some of his seed landing where you’d wanted him and the other going god knows where.

Oh god…

Jungkook let out a slow exhale, hands landing on the backrest as he leant his weight on it. “Clean up duty,” he muttered pathetically as you lay sprawled out, well sated and oxytocin high.

“It can wait, we have the whole night.” You soothed. Jungkook eyed you fondly as your hand ran warmly over his sweat slick chest.

“At least let me clean you up.” He fetched his boxers while disposing of the rubber - hopefully hiding it well, and running it over your thighs, even swiping at the flyaway strands on his release. “So, I kind of know we did this backwards, but how about I take you out sometime?”

You laughed. “It’s my turn to be babysitted huh?”

Jungkook shrugged, grinning as he held out his hands, helping you stand so you could move to your bedroom.

“So, I still remember my name.”

Jungkook only rolled his eyes, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Maybe we can christen the vibe this time.”

Damn.

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domestic dad!kook

hi everyone I thought I’d post my crap here so here is my domestic dad!kook Drabble list thing?

involves: pregnancy, established relationship/marriage, kissing, hickies?, general tomfoolery, nothing major, dad!jungkook,

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* those damned blue lines

* you thought you wouldn’t see them so soon

* after all you had only been married eighteen months

* old relatives have been asking since day 1 when they’re gonna he seeing some lil jeons running around smh aunty karen

* you wondered how he would react

* he’d never shown any adverse reaction to children before but he was practically still a child himself

* the spiderman onesie you washed yesterday attests to that

* you decided to tell him at dinner

* he’d just had his first bite of tagliatelle when you accidentally blurted it out

* “IM PREGNANT”

* “what?” he replied snapping his head up with wide doe eyes

* “I-I found out this morning...I’m definitely pregnant. I know it’s soon, but we can make this work.”

* “What’re you on about? This is amazing baby, I finally get to be a dad!”

* “So you want this?”

* “Definitely, I’ve always imagined a family with you, it was just a matter of time. I’m so happy though baby, over the moon.”

* The smile on his face was beaming and the twinkle in his eye sparkled, he looked the epitome of happiness

* “I’m glad you want this then, it’ll be a wild ride but I’m glad it’s with you.”

* you reach out and squeeze his hand, as a fat tear of joy rolls down your cheek

* “I’m glad too, I know we’re young but it feels so right, so right with you.”

* he looks down, a tear dripping onto the table

* he wipes a few more and giggles

* “Tbh im surprised this didn’t happen earlier considering we go at it like rabbits”

* “KOOK” you cant help but laugh

* He is right lol

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One month 🍼

* “Where is my wife and my spawn~~~~~~”

* Jeongguk loudly sang as he burst thru the front door, arriving home from work

* “Wym spawn???“ You say as he pulls you into a bear hug and flops both of you on the couch

* “You know,, spawn, this baby, it’s my spawn hence why I’m calling it spawn like the superhero,, duh”

* he drops his hands down to your stomach and rest them their, flat palmed

* bowing his head so he is closer he says

* “I can’t wait to meet you Spawnie”

* Immediately you burst into a fit of laughter at the outrageous name

* “we CANNOT nickname our baby SPAWN, JEONGGUK”

* “Why not I think it’s well cool”

* he calmly replies proud smirk on his face

* “Is Spawn even a good guy?”

* “ummm”

* “wym ummm??”

* “well he’s kind of ambiguous in the comics”

* “OH GREAT WE HAVE A BABY NAMED SPAWN THAT IS OF AMBIGUOUS MORALITY”

* at that comment you both fell about laughing, your sides beginning to hurt at it all

* and that was how your unborn baby was nicknamed Spawn

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Three Months 🍼

* “I can’t push the trolley, I’m pregnant”

* you said matter of factly

* “oh you’re just being lazy,, I mean I’m not saying I won’t push the trolley, but you’re really pushing the boat out, baby”

* “hehehe my plan worked, you fool, you may have suspected me, however you still fell right into my trap muhahahaha”

* you dramatically laugh and put your hands on your hips like a comical villain

* so anyways you skrt skrt around the shop

* and right next to the book section is you know what

* the BABY SECTION

* so far you actually haven’t looked their yet because you don’t know the gender

* but curiosity brings you snooping in the aisles

* Jeongguk returns from the bakery section, carrying croissants and hair swept into a messy top knot

* you stare at the many many many racks of children’s clothes

* tiny baby booties

* hats that kook could only fit on his fist

* so so smol baby-grows

* “ngl I’m kinda overwhelmed”

* “how come?”

* he puts his hands round your waist and rests his head on your shoulders

* big soft comfy back hug

* “idk it’s a lot of responsibility, right? I can’t even begin to think about names never mind washing, clothing, feeding this tiny human being when it arrives”

* “baby, you have nothing to worry about, and I am positive you’re going to be the best most caring mother ever, and I have full trust in that.”

* He places a soft chaste kiss on the top of your head

* “thank you for always supporting me ggukie”

* “It’s my pleasure; we’re going to have the best baby ever, aren’t we Spawnie”

* You roll your eyes and kiss his cheek

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Four Months 🍼

* you were sat on the couch in your small apartment, small but sufficient

* Jungkook was painting the spare room and deconstructing old furniture you were selling on eBay

* You’re job was to arrange the business dealings and to look for new kid-appropriate furniture to reoccupy the spaces now blank

* It was fine by you

* saves you from getting up off the couch and getting all sweaty

* after a good few hours JK came out from the room, sweat on his brow and hungry

* hungry for something else tho 👀

* he stalks over to where you are sitting and kneels on the floor in front of your knees

* he rests his head on your lap, arms folded underneath it

* his eyes were dark, full of want

* “How’s it going baby? You tired?”

* “hmmm”

* he just stares back

* brows slightly furrowed

* soon enough he was peppering your face in warm kisses

* he flipped you over and sat you on his lap, hands resting on your waist

* his lips latched onto your neck and he sucked a flourish of purple and blue flowers under your jaw

* his lips were warm and supple on your skin

* it sent a shiver down your spine and goosebumps to your skin

* you found the hem of his black T-shirt and slid your hands under the fray

* you’re hands met the toned muscle of his stomach and the soft honey skin

* “looks like I can’t knock you up since someone already has, oh well, more fun for me”

* his hands fiddled with the fabric of your top

* you obliged and pulled it over your head

* you were met with his mouth hungrily crashing into yours as he searched for more and soon enough you were underneath him

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Six Months 🍼

* your belly was fairly noticeable by now and you couldn’t avoid the fact that you were pregnant

* people were starting to let you sit instead of them in public places

* you were getting more and more randos asking to touch your belly as well which wasn’t the greatest

* JK is always in protective dad mode™️ when this happens

* he’s ready to protect his babies

* one time when a sketchy looking old man asked to touch your belly JK immediately stood in between you and the guy

* he puffed out his chest and was hella macho

* Alpha Jungkook arises hehe

* ever since then he was more aware that people would be looking at you and more interested in you in general

* anyways

* he’s hella excited to be a dad

* his excitement is so pure and genuine it’s so sweet

* it’s like every day he gets more excited and you think by the full 9 months he’ll just be so excited he’ll be vibrating like a washing machine lol

* every night he kisses you and your baby good night

* “Night night baby jeon spawnie”

* without fail it makes you giggle

* his lil nose always brushes against your skin when he says it and it’s ticklish and comforting

* you can’t wait to meet your baby to see which of you they look like and in what ways

* will they have your double lidded eyes or his unique nose

* will they have his bunny teeth or your short stature

* either way they’ll be the most loved being in this world

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Seven Months 🍼

* it was time for the long awaited gender reveal

* you and him had decided that you would go alone to the appointment since he had work and then you would surprise Ggukie when he gets back

* you decided the way you would tell him was by dressing in either blue or pink

* you know you know,, not really breaking gender stereotypes, but it gets the idea over

* so that’s what you do

* you wear you’re best maternity day dress and do your makeup all güd

* it’s 5:30pm and he’s so excited to know

* he barges thru the door and basically and sprints to you

* he’s met with a baby blue clad wife, her hair adorned with a periwinkle ribbon

* immediately he knows and swoops you up into a bear hug

* “Jungkook? We’re going to have a little baby boy!”

* “I’m so happy! I feel like I’ve drank five red bulls,, we’re going to have a boy”

* When you pull away from the hug his cheeks have tears dripping down them and his eyes are wet

* “aww baby why’re you crying?”

* “because I’m just so happy, I can’t wait to see him, he’s going to be perfect, we’ll all be perfect”

* “you’re right kook, we’ll be perfect”

* “You don’t know how much I love you, you know?”

* that was when you started crying tears of happiness too

* youd remember this moment forever

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Eight Months 🍼

* “I think it’s time to think of some actual names”

* “yeahhh people at work keep thinking I’m actually calling the baby Spawnie and then I keep having to explain why it’s called Spawn and i don’t particularly like explaining that Spawn is a play on sperm and that’s my sperm”

* “What goes ON at your work”

* “you don’t even wanna know babygirl”

* “ummm so I was thinking, something familial, i don’t want a western name tho so that rules out my side,, unless you want to call him Barry”

* “uhh no thanks babes”

* “yeahh they’d sound like the flash lol”

* “I don’t want none of that DC propaganda in my household thanks”

* “tru tru”

* “so what about your side of family? Can you think of any family who have named you like?”

* “What about Junseok? My great uncle is called Junseok and I think that’s cool, also it kinda looks like a combination of Namjoon-hyung and Jin-hyung’s names.”

* “Wow they’d love that, that’s a good idea actually.”

* “Jeon Junseok, has a good ring to it”

* “I agree”

* “It’s settled then until further notice”

* “It seems it is Mr Jeon”

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First Week Home 🍼

* The moment Junseok was in his little sunset coloured crib you burst into tears of relief

* you’d obviously been stressing post birth about the intricacies and once you’d got him home and settled it was like a weight of your shoulders

* he was home

* he was safe

* and you were both over the moon

* he had the smallest nose and the biggest doe eyes

* his dark hair swept across his delicate skin on his forehead

* you just knew he’d be the spitting image of his dad

* each following day with Junseok was amazing

* he was good for you

* slept so well

* settled into routine easily

* it’s as if you never had to worry

* and Jungkook was a life saver

* he was such an attentive father and husband

* always caring for you and Junseok

* every morning he’d bring you up a cup of herbal tea and bowl of granola

* and go check on the baby and if he’s awake change and feed him

* his paternity leave was a blessing

* it meant you actually got a lie in instead of Junseok waking you up

* “I can do the baby this morning, it’s ok”

* you say sitting up in bed

* “no no I’ll do it I’m used to getting up at this time for work anyway”

* “but you’ve been doing it all this week I feel bad”

* “Baby, rest, I want to do this, you deserve a rest after carrying the baby for nine months, I’m sure I can take care of him for a few mornings”

* then he gave u a sweet kiss and left to see his baby boy

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Eighteen Months 🍼

* you pulled on Junseok’s tiny yellow wellies as Jungkook put on his coat

* “where are we going seokie?”

* “P-p-p” Junseok tried his best to get out the letters

* “Yayyy we’re going to the park”

* “Me and your mum are going to meet uncle Jimin too, and you know what that means? You’re going to get spoileddd”

* “V tru, but why does he always spoil him? I mean it’s not a problem he gets free things and stuff, but do you reckon he’s compensating for something?”

* “Yeah as nice as it is I think he might be compensating for not being around as often as he’d like to, solo career going strong as all, you know how he loves kids, in his head he probably thinks he’s an absent uncle but in reality he’s ever present just away for an odd weekend, which is normal”

* “yeah I get that”

* “But it’ll be nice to see him anyway, we can ask him about his new single”

* “Oh I’ve heard that it’s pretty good”

* Junseok pulled at the hem of your coat, indicating he wants to leave

* So off you went

* the day was filled with jumping in muddy puddles and Jimin nearly falling in said puddles

* Junseok got all dirty so you had to go find a bathroom to clean him up at

* hence why you ended up at an ice cream parlour in winter

* despite the cold weather you enjoyed the ice cream nonetheless

* JK teases Jimin a few times because apparently Jimin’s white blond hair was vanilla ice cream and his was chocolate

* Jimin insisted his was bingsu however JK refused

* Junseok had a great time fluffing up uncle Jimin’s hair after that

* and so the day drew to an end

* you headed home

* Seokie sleeping in the car all the way there

* you gently took him into the house and the pair of you collapsed on the couch and immediately fell asleep

* it was the cutest thing

* and when you woke up you saw your two boys asleep so soundly

* and you thought to yourself how content with your life you were

* how lucky you were

* how much you love those boys

* and you’d do anything for them

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The End hehehe :)

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If I Start Giving my Opinions about Transformers Fanfiction Lemon and Transformers Crossover fanfiction, I don't think so that I won't end the topic of Transformers Fanfiction Stories even in 24 hours. Lukas Schimik Agreed ! Don't know why everybody hates it, I think it's still my number 1 TF movie! Optimus new look, Lockdown & Galvatron, KsI (bots), Dinobots, cast ( HATED this Sam & Mikeala ) and the TF/human conflict. Still love it. Miguel GC Gamer Age of Extinction is the only film that entertains that I don't skip any parts of the movie and I like all the characters in this film and the transformers designs are great, dino bots are Awsome. Vincent H well....bad taste is also bad taste at the end of the day. I know you younger kids think that everyone is supposed to have an opinion and everything is subjective blah blah blah but if you're a cinephile than the Transformers are objectively bad films. They are cynical cash grabs made to make money in China. Bay and the producers have said as much. I mean you can like whatever you want. If you wanna listen to Teletubbies soundtrack all day that's your right....but that does mean you have shitty taste. It's okay. Not everyone has good taste. urtpro 2 I'm not hating I'm genuinely curious. I certainly like it more than Last Knight but barely lol. I'm curious the reasons why AOE fans consider it one of the better Transformers movies. I will say it was nice to switch up the protagonist and all that since Sam Witwicky had worn out his welcome by the third film. And the actress who played Wahlberg's daughter was smoking hot, so that was a plus too. Oliver Parker I thought the premise of the world hating and hunting the Transformers(regardless of Faction), cuz of what happened in Chicago(in DOTM), was kool, MW was a refreshing Main Hero over Shia tbh, and Lockdown was Badass! Honestly kinda just laughed off the whole Romeo and Juliette law thing as being just a bad movie joke! I’m mean honestly I know there’s no such law, and as such it didn’t really bother me! Just rather thought it was somewhat silly! Yann Labeille Well Lockdown was a pretty good villain for once in the movies. However Galvatron went nowhere after this. Anthony That isn't true. I saw Bumblebee yesterday and I find it Like watching E.T., the movie is just on Charlie, not really much on Bee. The only g1 part is the first 5 minutes of the movie. Too much 80s references. Sometimes is even boring for me. It Was a cute movie but absolutely not my favourite. I still prefere the first one. Aron T-900 I'd rather get vibes from ET and Iron Giant instead of witnessing stupid humor, unnecessary hot shots, dogs humping each other, unrealistic explosions, parents acting like they belong in a cartoon, patriotism and confusing slo-mo action sequences. Cam Rich I preferred the first and third ones as they have so much more action in them making the films actually entertaining, when most of bumblebee is almost like a compilation of ‘cute’ little clips of bumblebee and that annoying girl taking up almost the entirety of the movie. Max Ramirez Personally prefer the 2007 movie because it's just overall more entertaining to me. Also, you can pretty much tell Bumblebee was a movie that was directed towards kids so 2007 wins for me So Sit back and enjoy reading my favorite transformers fanfiction lemon and Transformers fanfiction Crossovers Collection. That I have collected for you guys. I Hope You Guys liked our collection of the best transformers fanfiction stories and updates that we have presented above for all fanfiction lovers out here. Transformers Fanfiction Crossover Stories 2020(Updated) Transformers is America based  Franchise that was first seen in the 1980s globally. So the first five transformers Films was directed by Michael Bay. I really believe that this was the boost up for the Transformers Fanfiction Crossover stories that I really liked about among the whole and sole of the transformers fanfiction stories including the lemon version of the franchise. Minaya Rojas Tony: We have a Hulk! Optimus: We have a Grimlock! Porg King VII Bee is here what would Optimus want with that what would he take her hostage IT SOUNDS LIKE HE HAS BEEN BRAIN WASHED BY DESEPTAGONS Siidimus Prime! Except they transform their aliens they have Real blasters Different Voices blood Etc. arfhanisbest The interesting thing is that transformers would actually make for good marvel villains. dave tasca The original transformers comics were made by marvel and marvel had to do with the original transformers tv show so they really should try to get the rights back jovinprime Poop soc This would've been more awesome if gi joe, rom the spaceknight, M.A.S.K., micronauts and the other properties interfere with the whole marvel universe and the transformers both. That would be, not only a big, giant, massive crossover event, but a... gigantic, space-involving, multiversal collusion as well Darkknight329 yes megatron hack the armor with Soundwave and turn it off then they all just step on them but they will throw hulk to cybertron and leave him to the toxic oxygen Dr. Nobody Celz On they are robots what is a snap gonna do I know buckys arm was turned to dust but still they have weapons that can make thanos cheese agnas yes because they’re alive. They go to the allspark when they die, they are alive just like us, just made of metal. Bee is here Tony: We have thanos Optimus: We have your mom Tony:0_0 ok you win now give me my mom Hoping that you guys liked our collection of the topmost fanfics about the transformers fanfiction crossover flavors that we have published above this. 

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Night light I really want to be apart of one of micheal bays movie of transformers Flo Parsons see this is why I love transformers, because the actors ACTUALLY seem like they are having fun, and they are such fun films to watch obert Delgad Even though the movie sequels are not that great, but you have to give Michael Bay a lot of Credit for what he does. fake lol Bay is a genius I mean, I wouldn't be able to figure out the scale of you know the explosions Like the layout nig*a LOL, lol or as you typed if, Lol: an acronym for laugh(ing) out loud or lots of laughs, some say it is Lots of love, is a popular element of Internet slang. It was first used almost exclusively on Usenet, but has since become widespread in other forms of computer-mediated communication and even face-to-face communication. Alex Bruh Bumblebee knows how to pick up ladies more than Sam 😂 lala I remember being a kid and having the biggest crush for Megan. 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This can be a reason that people Love Transformers Fanfiction Bumblebee Version a lot. No worries because we have provided some of the best Bumblebee fanfiction stories that you will enjoy reading. Master Yoda "Wasp", "Stinger" or "Hornet" would be appropriate Decepticon sounding names as "Bumble Bee" sounds too friendly. ron 1j2j barricade is a ford mustang and bee is a Chevrolet camero trust me they will not be friends pro gmer yes i do lol they killed ironhide and ratchet and jazz and sideswipe is already missing dnt know if hes alive but hes my favorite hari bhaskar I'm Bumblebee was a Decepticon he'd be dead like the other Decepticons, because boi they sure kill Decepticons like it's nothing. mighty raju Blackout had skills. Shockwave had skills. The Fallen had skills. Yet they all died like they're nothing. Why? Cause they're Decepticons lol. It's simple rlly, they kill off Decepticons like they're nothing that's just how it is lol. habob What about “what if sentinel prime didn’t betray the autobots” I think age of extinction and beyond wouldn’t have happened since sentinel basically destroyed N.E.S.T. And also Rachet and Ironhide wouldn’t have died so the Autobots would have had a great advantage, and then Sam would still be with the autobots since he disappears after DOTMBasically, I’m saying that the Transformers franchise would have dramatically changed if Sentinel didn’t betray the Autobots. ShyGuy 15 In the movies, technically Megatron is an anti-hero. The first movie makes an acception bc he was using the allspark for pure evil, also in Aoe no reason told us what he was trying to accomplish other than detonating the seed. So 2, 3, and 5, he has reasons to his doing Rotf: using the pyramid to kill the sun and repopulate cybertron. Dotm: rebuild cybertron. TLK: kill unicron using cybertron. This is all in my own mind, not sure if anyone else agrees with me Simon Tyson I forget what it was called, but there was a comic book series where Megatron was an Autobot. It basically swapped all the characters so that Optimus, Bumblebee, Iron Hide, etc. were bad guys. Megatron, Starscream, etc. were good guys Dank Starscream If Bayformer Megatron's history is similar to the IDW comics Megatron's history...then that would mean the Autobot government was not all that good, and would be directly responsible for why Megatron turned out the way he did. Because he was a slave to their functionalist system of control, and he would have remained a slave worker miner if he didn't rise up from the lifestyle forced on him and formed the Decepticon faction... Though it seems to me that if this were the case, Bayformers Megatron would still have become a gladiator before forming the Decepticons...and then eventually he found his way into more of the politics of Cybertron after one day meeting with Optimus Prime (Orion Pax at the time) and then they became brothers/friends. In that sense...it would be similar to how the history of the two were from the show TF Prime. They could still keep the part with the whole Optimus being a knight too, somehow... So in short...Megatron really did not start out as a bad guy at all, it was the way in which he reacted to everything that made him turn out a 'bad guy'. She-Venom What if Megatron is a good guy in the movies? Simple answer is right here becuse Optimus accepted become a Prime if he didnt accept Optimus and Megatron wouldnt fight each other and best brothers it was Optimus fault he started the war i think Megatron is a good guy Hoping that you guys liked our collection of the topmost fanfics about the transformers fanfiction crossover flavors that we have published above this. People Love Bumblebee! i love him/her because bumblebee is cool, let me know why do you love Bumblebee and more importantly why do you guys love Transformers fanfiction on Bumblebee. Transformers Fanfiction OC Version  Earning a total amount of $4.3 Billion, transformers became the 13th highest-grossing film series in the world. The Transformers Fanfiction Fans Should be happy to know that the Transformers franchise grossed a total of $1 Billion each from two superhit blockbuster movies. Comment Down the names of those movies if you know them. Jack R I think the first one was more epic just cause the fight scenes were cool and it was the first time we saw something like that. But the writing and characters were absolutely horrific. Bumblebee had much better writing and characters especially the character relationship between Bumblebee and the girl which is much better than the relationship between Sam and bumblebee. Dotm Shockwave Yeah I dont know how he put tlk over revenge and extinction. The last knight is incredibly boring and the only remaining aspect left to enjoy (the action) is incredibly dull in it compared to all the other films. There are no good fight scenes. Which is likely why it bombed so hard Ur mom Gai Ok imo the last knight is my fave AND I ONLY like TF5 is cuz bumblebee new form looks good as hell and Optimus prime vs bumblebee AND there is explosions. EVERYWHERE Boss  I definitely didn't think it was my favorite. It depends on what you are looking for in a movie. If you like character relationships and a girl and her problems trying to find her way, then you'll like it. If you like transformers actions and interactions, you may not like it as much. Even though the Bay movie didn't focus enough on the transformers, this one did even less The Burden of Bordem I'm a decepticon fan and none of the main decepticons were even given a name in the movie. They were just there to be bad. The Burden of Bordem For me I think this film would have worked much better if they just had Starscream as the main villain, and maybe Barricade hunting bumblebee and give them a more personal relation ship as enemies. But like I said, it end up being a movie about a girl and her relation ship with Bumblebee and enemies getting in their way. bandwon he main character is more fleshed out than the others, Bumblebee I guess is as well, but he can't talk so it isn't by much, the story is standard E.T./Iron Giant, the acting is fine, the directing is probably better than the others, the action is good when it happens, but there is far less than the others, and non of the action reached the peak of the Bay movies. and if it wasn't for the fact there were transformers in it I probably wouldn't have really liked it, but it's enough to get you invested and entertained imo. luke jack You really think anyone's gonna take you serious after you typed "Bumble" Haha the 2007 film and DotM were pretty decent films and satisfying in the end. lisa Speaking as a male, it always annoys me, as a child, that certain plot-line of every terribly written sci-fi (mainly Transformers): "main character is a dick=likable guy" "he has 'relatable' problems, that are only explored in the first 15 minutes of the film" "He start having an abusive/creepy relationship (because that's how well written romance works, right...), with the love interest (they barely explore her name)." 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Just like them (part 5)

Still November 16, 2038 Android Zone store at Capitol Park

Daniel looked around. He noticed another lone figure looking into the store, a male human dressed in a casual grey suit. When the android walked up closer to him, the man turned towards the arrival. The first thing Daniel noticed was the human’s t-shirt under the open jacket. It sported the print of a Japanese garden landscape that changed its lighting with the time of day – a reasonably expensive gimmick that had been within the means of the Phillips family, but was no longer in Daniel’s. Now that the deviant was able to wear whatever he wanted, no longer confined to his PL600 polo, he was walking around in a used sweater that had cost much less than his old uniform shirt.

Why does that matter to me all of a sudden? Was Raj right? Do I really take after the materialistic bastards?

Then Daniel beheld the man’s face and he gasped in surprise:

“A Kamski-lookalike! How cool is that?!”

Maybe the encounter with the singer had bolstered the deviant’s spirit, or perhaps there was only so much hatred and anger one could feel in any given period of time. Whatever the case, for a moment the old Daniel, the one who had been able to keep up with an enterprising nine-year old and win her admiration, was very much alive again. Daniel took out his phone and waved it around in front of the man, who was the spitting image of his creator.

“Selfie, please?”

The human looked him up and down. “What do you mean, “lookalike”?” he stammered.

“Hahaha!” Daniel laughed. Androids weren’t built to do that, but deviants stubbornly did it without consciously planning to, therefore the result was a lowkey frightening industrial sound. “Don’t tell me people never point out the likeness? No way! You could totally perform as Kamski at Comic Con!”

And thus, before the man knew what was happening to him, he already found himself grabbed by an outdated, slightly oozing PL600, pulled into a hug and subjected to the selfie-taking process. Daniel repeated the procedure a few times, then held his phone for Kamski to see the pictures that had resulted from the assault.

“Looooook at that! The likeness is stunning! You’d really think I was standing shoulder to shoulder with Elijah Kamski.”

“Of course if the real Mr. Kamski was here, you’d…”

“Lol, right, I’d shove that phone down the bastard’s throat ‘till he choked on it!”

The effect was profound. Kamski looked from Daniel’s phone to the android’s hands, into its eyes and back to the smartphone. There was some doubt as to how the device would fit into a human gullet, but then again, this deviant seemed to mean what it was saying. If there wasn’t room inside a body to begin with, it would see to it that there would be.

“Actually, Kamski would choke not on the phone, but on the blood emerging from his ruptured throat”, Elijah said.

“Ugh… you just HAD to draw me a picture, had you? Thing is, I hate that man so much… like everything else I hate combined!”

That, the human concluded, amounted to a pretty substantial hatred. Enough to condense and walk around on its own, in fact. And wasn’t that was he was looking at anyway? Thinly veiled loathing and anger walking on two legs…

“But why?” the man asked Daniel. “I mean, Elijah Kamski was only the founder of CyberLife. He didn’t exactly pull the levers in the production plants himself. So what has he done to you and how did he manage to do it without ever having met you?”

“You know Jericho? Yes? Well, the motherfucker knew about it, too, but didn’t so much as leave a single blood bag at their doorstep!”

“But neither did he sell the deviants’ location out to the authorities”, the human replied. “I mean, that’s what I’d reply if I was Kamski.”

“Yeah, sounds like something the sucker would say”, Daniel agreed. “Feeling all enlightened about taking a “neutral” stance.“

The android was about to put away his phone, but Kamski grabbed him by the wrist.

“Wait! I have an idea! You’ll like it, it’s fun for me, too…”

With these words the man led Daniel away from the square into the row of stores. Between a coffee shop and a travel agency there was a multimedia terminal welded to the wall.

“Print out one of the selfies we took and I’ll sign it!” he suggested. “As Kamski! - There, done! A genuine… almost genuine autograph of Elijah Kamski, man of the century. Could be worth a small fortune.”

“Heh”, Daniel grinned. “You practiced to fake Kamski’s signature? Figured you weren’t as innocent as you were pretending to be!”

The photograph then wandered into the sweater’s pocket, right next to the picture for Emma.

“I’ll hang on to it for the time being”, Daniel said. “The last thing I need at the moment is a nasty surprise when I try to sell that pic.”

Kamski nodded.

“I daresay there could be one…”

There was a certain amount of awkward standing next to each other. By right everything had been said and done and the android and the man should part now. But each was too fascinating to the other. Daniel saw an outcast in the man whom he took for a con artist, a human not fitting in and thus maybe, just maybe, someone bonding with at the same level was possible. As for Elijah, despite being the species’ creator, his experience with androids was limited. There were the Chloes, of course, he knew more about Markus’ digital childhood than the RK200 would be comfortable learning, and he had met the weapon CyberLife had created from his masterpiece, the RK800 unit named Connor. This deviant, however… what was it even? Sporting a face that the firm re-used over and over and having deviated from its original code Daniel wasn’t easily identifiable as a PL600. Elijah couldn’t even rule out that he was dealing with Simon, Jericho’s presumed covert ops operative.

 “Thank you”, Daniel eventually broke the silence. “I expected to spend the evening brooding. But so far it has been… enjoyable, actually.”

“Do you have a name?”

“Daniel. Just Daniel. There used to be… But it doesn’t matter anymore. You?”

“Neil. Neil Newbon. Say, Daniel, would you accompany me into the coffee shop? If I’m with you, there’ll be less chance of people mistaking me for the real Kamski.”

And indeed, the moment the duo entered the café, a photographer rose from a seat near the door, brandishing her camera. It was blocked immediately by an android hand of unknown origin, currently attached to the PL600 model name of Daniel.

“That’s not Kamski”, the android said, while pushing the camera away. “That’s a lookalike.”

“Oh, really? Bummer!”

Daniel grinned. “You don’t believe Kamski would come into a public space, where he has to interact with real people? That man is afraid a sack of rice will drop in China, if he sneezes in Detroit!”

Elijah adjusted his posture a little, trying for an impression more like his half-brother. He hadn’t seen the lout in a long time, but some images stuck with you for a lifetime.

“Fuck, yeah”, Kamski said, waving his hand around. “What he said!”

He was standing slightly slouched now, but still radiating confidence. What exactly had fueled that confidence in Gavin, the android inventor wondered? That man was a Nobody! Was it the fact that Gavin had been conceived naturally, while Elijah was a sperm donation baby? The Reeds had sold him… like cattle… and the other students at university had never let Elijah forget that little fact. Obviously, the older adolescents had argued, someone had seriously messed with the sperm to create the out of the world kid genius they were sharing their benches with…

“Yeah, you’re probably right”, the paparazzo agreed with Daniel after a good look at “Neil”. “Should have figured that out myself.”

Neither Daniel nor Elijah particularly like the expression the journalist displayed after the realization. It was reminiscent of a tiger that had lost the goat, but still heard a chicken scratch the ground somewhere near. She adjusted the grip on her camera, raised it again, but this time aimed the lenses at both of the arrivals.

“Don’t just stand there, guys! Give the patrons a show!” With these words the woman pointed towards a karaoke podium. “Two guys who look like the spitting image of Kamski and Simon are simply obligated to!”

“There’ll be free coffee and croissant for my mate if we do this?” Daniel prodded.

“’course!”

“Then we have a deal!”

“What were you thinking? I’ve never in my life sang karaoke in public!” Elijah hissed, while Daniel dragged him towards the pedestal. “I’ve never in my life sang karaoke! I’ve never in my life sang in public!”

“For my part I’ve never in my life shot a man, before I did”, the deviant replied.

“That’s far less embarrassing!!!”

Blue-grey eyes were piercing into Kamski’s, as if to dissect him alive. Elijah knew exactly what was really staring at him: just a textureless blue embedded into a light grey chassis that had a serial number etched into it and the occasional advertisement sticker attached. Everything else, the skin, hair, even the sweat android bodies could produce under duress, was just glamour. But now that Daniel’s eyes bore into him, the human had a hard time differentiating the illusion from a living being.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about, Neil!” Daniel growled.

“Oh, come, “killer”! Everyone would shoot back when the enemy storms their base!”

“You mean Jericho? I TOLD you, you had no idea!” Daniel insisted.

He ripped the microphones out of their holders and tossed one Elijah’s way.

“You choose a song!”

Elijah scrolled all the way down the list of available songs, until he reached the titles that started with numbers and special characters. When he didn’t find there, what he had been looking for, the man considered, and scrolled back to the letter “O” instead of the digit “1”. It was giving Daniel the impression that his human acquaintance was an indecisive one, while in truth it was just testament to Elijah’s unique way of thinking.

Is it getting better, Elijah sang, Or do you feel the same? Will it make it easier on you / Now you’ve got someone to blame?

There was a telltale pause that communicated Daniel to take over at this point.

Really, Neil? After just two verses? Coward!

The deviant sang:

You said One love / One life When it’s one need in the night / One love, we get to share it It leaves you, baby, if you don’t care for it

Elijah picked up again and it made sense, in a warped way:

Did I disappoint you / Or leave a bad taste in your mouth? You act like you never had love / And you want me to go without.

This time Daniel needed no nudge to take over. It came naturally:

Well it’s Too late / Tonight / To drag the past out / Into the light We’re one, but we’re not the same / We get to carry each other Carry each other…

On and on duel went, all the while the paparazzo’s camera flashed.

“Why is she still taking pictures of us?” Daniel whispered. “Now that she knows you are not the real Kamski?”

“People need their dreams and illusions. Do you have any dreams, Daniel? Other than plotting Kamski’s death, I mean?” “Nah, I’m doing nothing of that sort. That little piece of shit isn’t worth wasting mental capacity on.”

“But if you met him by chance?“

“Well, you know how some call us androids toasters? Kamski would be toast!”

Song used:

One: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ftjEcrrf7r0 I imagine Kamski doing the covered version with Johnny Cash’s gravitas while Daniel is singing the more desperate original version.

[hpconsentfest]

That’s  a Wrap!

It’s been nearly 7 months since the idea of a consent themed fest was born from a discussion in the Drarry Squad discord. It’s been said before, but it bears repeating: when we the mods first began planning the fest in earnest we discussed how 5 ficlets would be a success (and that’s with two of us writing!).

After just over 6 weeks of posting, the HD Consent Fest AO3 collection hosts:

-55 different writers and artists, including 11 who identified themselves as writing in a fest for the first time

-56 submissions

-50 fics

- > 800,915 words (words embedded in comics and graphic novels not counted); average word count = 16018

-6  beautiful works of visual art, including 2 comics and a graphic novel

And these stats don’t even account for all the HYPE that followers of the fest shared—keeping the fest buzzing on AO3, tumblr, and discord via recs, chat, comments, kudos, likes, and reblogs.

Needless to say, mates, we are chuffed. You have done more than blow away our wildest hopes; you have strapped them to a rocket and shot the rock into outer space.

To everyone who submitted fic or art or both, we are staggered, humbled, and beyond grateful for all of the thought, energy, time, love, and sweat you poured into your submissions.

To everyone who read along, whether you read something every week or looked at even 1 work—thank you.

Finishing posting feels not unlike crossing the finishing line after a marathon: we’re high on fandom endorphins, elated, excited about what this community accomplished together and how much fun we had doing it, but we’re also ready for a nap!

Below is the Reveals Master List. We encourage everyone to lavish these fan work creators with love!

ART:

Breaths Against Skin by @carpemermaidtales/ carpemermaid,  Mature Summary: Harry has picked up a habit of breathing "May I?" against Draco's skin.

Can I Kiss You? By @ano-ka-ba /anokaba, Mature Summary: can I kiss you?

Harry: *staring longingly at Draco's thighs*

Draco: *raises eyebrow, reaches for Harry's glasses*

Harry: *finally drags eyes up*

Draco: *pulls towards and wraps legs around*

Harry: *grabs bum*

Suits and Serenity, by @illuminatedweasel, Teen Summary: “You looked hot out there today.”

“Don’t I always?”

“Mhm, can I kiss you now?”

“I thought you’d never ask”

Worth In the Wait by @sailorslash /SailorSlash, Teen Summary: A short comic about the night of Harry and Draco's wedding.

You're the only exception and I'm on my way to believe it. By @mea-momento/mea_momento, General Summary: While stuck in a convoluted fake dating plot, the boys have to keep checking with each other for consent to do things like pretend to kiss in public for the sake of their ruse.

ART & FIC:

It's a Plan by @torrancelim /Marshview, Teen Summary: Harry and Draco are in a relationship, but Draco was raped in the past, and cannot kiss Harry on the lips or have sex. He does enjoy forehead kisses, cuddles, and showing affection. Harry understands, and gives Draco the kind of love and support Draco needs.

The Shetland Demon by @owlpostart/Owlpostart (Charlotte_Bird), Mature Summary: Draco Malfoy of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures has been sent to a remote Scottish island to handle the post-mortem and clean up of a washed up magical beast. The Scottish Auror office have also sent one of theirs, Harry Potter, somebody Draco hasn’t seen in several years, but with whom he shares a romantic history. Draco quickly finds himself slipping back into old habits while struggling to maintain his own agency and professionalism. Is it the beast’s malevolent influence or genuine yet long buried affection for Harry that’s behind their slide back into physical and emotional intimacy?

FIC:

5A by @neveranygoodupthere/neveranygoodupthere, Mature Summary: It’s his twenty fifth visit to the flat. A posh spot in midtown Manhattan with updated appliances, rooftop access, and a snooty doorman. A spot that five years ago would have been inconceivable to its resident. But war and death and time all wreak their changes.

About Time by @reginaagr0na/LadyOfTheAttic, Teen Summary: Harry opens his big mouth and must pretend to date Draco Malfoy to keep things from blowing up in his face even further.

Arseholes by@postjentacular/postjentacular, Explicit Summary: In which words and actions don't mean the same thing.

Asking For It by @gold-from-straw/Lynds, Teen Summary: Fill for post 109 on the Consent Fest: Draco tells Scorpius about his own experience of sexual abuse when teaching him about consent, and becomes involved with helping other parents teach their children about consent, and dealing with lad culture.

Beautiful Eyes and Dark Blue Skies by @foularcadebanana/Yesimawriter, Teen Summary: Everybody knew about the rivalry that brewed between the two kings living in neighbouring kingdoms and not much changed after one of them died. This surely meant that when their children met at the age of sixteen, both princes and heirs to their respective thrones, they would develop a deep all-consuming hatred for each other as well. Surely they would not happen to like one another. Surely not.

Bed Music by @lower-east-side/LowerEastSide, Explicit Summary: The new call-in sex advice show on the WWN is Very Inappropriate, Harry thinks. But he finds himself spending more and more time with Malfoy anyways. Will Draco be able to convince him of the necessity of open discourse on sex, consent, and intimacy? And what are the Greengrass sisters plotting? Caller, go ahead!

Bloody Tease by ENCHANTED_JAE, Explicit Summary: Draco wants to be sure that Harry is willing. Very, very sure.

Brick by Brick by @agentmoppet/agentmoppet, Explicit Summary: There’s something between the two of them, something that builds beneath the smoky lights of the club and grows stronger during midnight conversations held on a rooftop high above the streets of London. But Draco wants to wait.

Cherished by @acciotomriddle/leontina (Leontina), Explicit Summary: Ever since Draco was turned into a vampire he hasn’t touched Harry, and Harry desperately wants to know why. When they finally turn, surprising revelations are made.

Cold Like Fire by @queenofthyme/QueenofThyme, Mature Summary: Head Auror, Harry Potter, had no problem with mandatory consent training for his team. He’d actually been looking forward to it, that is until he discovered who the teacher was. Now, he had no idea how he was going to get through the training without throwing a hex at Draco Malfoy. Or a punch.

Come Inside by @vaguedisclaimer-ao3/VagueDisclaimer, Explicit Summary: “Can I come inside you?" Harry asks, his voice a breathy whisper.

And Draco nods, just once, ever so slightly, biting his plump bottom lip and looking deeply into Harry's eyes.

At least, that’s how Harry imagined it going.

Communication Is Key (For A Happy Ending) by @articcat621/articcat621, Mature Summary: Draco can tell that there's something on Harry's mind.

A Day in the Life by @unadulteratedstorycollector/unadulteratedstorycollector, Explicit Summary: Harry and Draco have been together for years. They have a great sex life. Great and perfectly normal. Sometimes they have sex, sometimes they don't. Sometimes it takes a little persuasion... but not really that much. Ok, barely any.

Everything That Happens is From Now On by @thusspoketrish/trishjames, Explicit Summary: After surviving a brutal assault, Draco tries to navigate the tumultuous waters of his mind, and embrace a bit of love and trust in his life. After all, the smallest steps forward can begin to heal the most fractured of souls.

A Gift for Draco by @norelationtoatticus /SquadOfCats, Explicit Summary:Though their new relationship is going well, both Harry and Draco have trouble communicating and are holding back from taking things to the next level–both emotionally and sexually. When Harry decides he is ready for more, he stumbles over how to start the conversation, but figures out a plan with the help of his friends. He comes up with the perfect Valentine’s Day gift to show Draco trust, commitment, and desire: sexy pictures of his naked arse. Thankfully, Pansy Parkinson has a camera and is willing to help…

A Hag, a Hex, a Tale of Redemption by @aibidil/aibidil, Explicit Summary: A fuck-or-die fairytale in which Draco Malfoy lives a despicable and unapologetic life — that is, until he’s cursed to die unless he can fall in love with and fuck Harry Potter.

Have Me Then by crazyparakiss, Explicit Summary: In Draco’s world, women are expected to be demure, non-lusting creatures. They are expected to be devoted while their husbands cater to base desires with women of the evening. All passions they are permitted lie between dusty, well-worn pages of romance novels. Draco doesn’t want to be that woman, but as she spends her days—unfulfilled—in the arms of a boring lover she dreams of more. Potter is so much more than she could imagine.

Highly (in)Compatible by @callingdrarry/gracie137, Explicit Summary: Draco’s been shagging The Prat Who Lived on and off for a few months when his soul mark starts to change. Draco’s had to accept a lot of adjustments to his life, but accepting that Harry Potter could be his soulmate is one step too far. It can’t be true? Can it?

I Don't Want This to Be a Mistake by @maraudersaffair/maraudersaffair, Explicit Summary: Consent can be tricky when Harry is Scorpius’ professor.

In the Ways That Matter by @FleetofShippyShips/FleetofShippyShips, Mature Summary:  Falling asleep with Harry Potter mid-argument, while completely pissed, was something Draco could never have predicted happening when he returned for his repeat seventh-year at Hogwarts. But it happened. And then it happened again. And again. At some point the alcohol was gone, and they were just falling asleep side by side night after night, escaping nightmares together.

It isn't anything more than that, even if sometimes it really feels like it is.

It's Been Draco For Awhile by @oceaxereturns/oceaxe, Explicit Summary: What harm can a love potion do if you're already in love?

In which Harry finds out that it's not a love potion but it can do quite a lot of harm, and Draco finds out how fiendishly difficult it is to fend off his flatmate's advances when all he wants is to give in to them.

just drink this and we can do whatever you want by @must-love-drarry/Juh_Nunes, General Summary: Harry was tired of people trying to dose him with love potions, so he decided to create a charm to counter it. Now he only need to test it, unfortunately (or not) it doesn’t work as he was expecting.

Kiss Me on the Mouth (and set me free) by @nerdherderette/PalenDrome (nerdherderette),  Explicit Summary: Finding a partner to sate his needs has never presented a dilemma for Draco. That is, until he encounters the fit and willing Head Auror.

Luck Is What You Make It by @starlillie/starlillie, Teen Summary: Liquid Luck. Warning! May cause giddiness, recklessness, and dangerous overconfidence.

Draco should really read the labels on these things.

The Magic Cat by dot_the_writer,  Explicit Summary:  When Harry sees Draco Malfoy with painted nails and wearing an oversized jumper covered in cat fur, his obsession from school comes back in full force. Featuring supportive friends, cute cats and lots of Harry figuring out what he wants.

Malfoy’s Anatomy by @novareblogs/Novaa, Teen Summary:  Healer interns are nothing short of a bunch of little children running around with wands and severed limbs, having inappropriate sex in inappropriate places. What's the worst that could happen, really?

Missing-him-thing by @thealmostrhetoricalquestion/Thealmostrhetoricalquestion, General Summary: "Did you miss me?" Draco asks.

He’s teasing. Teasing and amused, and he doesn’t mean it, doesn’t expect a serious answer, or an answer at all, so Harry feels quite within his rights to shove Draco away, scoffing. Draco laughs, and it’s not the snide, mocking sound from their childhood, the laugh that used to make rage bubble in every delicate vein, as fierce and forceful as dragon-fire.

Did you miss me?

Every damn day, Harry doesn’t say.

(Harry and Draco teach their kids about consent, and fall in love along the way.)

Mixed Drinks and Crossed Wires by @korlaena/ korlaena, Explicit Summary: Draco is a handsy drunk. Harry is okay with it, really. They’re friends, so it doesn’t mean anything.

Oblivious by @gregqoyle/lealamalfoy, Explicit Summary: One potions class leaves Harry questioning everything. And it seems that there is only one other person that seems willing to question it too.

Orbit by @henrymercury/HenryMercury, Explicit Summary: "The classical problem of celestial mechanics, perhaps of all Newtonian mechanics, involves the motion of one body about another under the influence of their mutual gravitation."

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They don't like each other. They're not friends. There's not even a ceasefire of any sort because they're fighting as much as ever—but there's definitely something different about it. An added layer of self-awareness they don't dare identify, but which colours every Scared, Potter? and Do your worst; each You wouldn't dare and Then prove it.

Perfectly Imperfect by @astronomicalblaise/pansypxrkinson, Teen Summary: What is going on with Potter? Draco doesn’t know. He’s too busy worrying about Salazar and choking on Pansy’s cucumber sandwiches. Now Potter’s owl is out for blood and Blaise has to be stopped.

All things considered, it’s hard being an investigative journalist and a crazy person at the same time.

Proper by @violetclarity/violetclarity, Explicit Summary: Draco sighs. “What kind of absolute twit has the chance to have sex with the Chosen One and can’t go through with it?” // In which Draco studies with Gryffindors, learns a new spell, and navigates the difficulty of being in a not-so-casual secret relationship with his childhood nemesis.

Purity Control by @frnklymrshnkly/frnklymrshnkly, Teen Summary: In which Harry tries to ignore his trauma with fantasy Quidditch but Malfoy's Thereness is distracting and all his classmates want to talk about is unicorns, virginity, and Muggle music.

Say The Words (Say Them Out Loud) by @goldentruth813/GoldenTruth813, Explicit Summary:  When Draco gets assigned as the Auror to guard Harry Potter day and night, he is sure nothing good will come of it. But as the days go on Draco is forced to evaluate himself and things he thought to be true about Potter and relationships. Sometimes it's not love at first sight. Sometimes, first, it's miscommunication and misunderstanding. A story in which Harry and Draco learn to accept the things they want from themselves and from each other.

Show Me by @bangyababy/bangyababy, Explicit Summary: On Harry and Draco's anniversary, they decide to try something new, but Draco won't do anything he isn't 100% sure Harry wants. So Harry tells him, every step of the way.

Silenced by the night by @parkkate/parkkate, Mature Summary: After a spell goes horribly wrong, Harry has to deal with the loss of his eyesight. It’s such terrible timing, too, because how is he supposed to find out what Malfoy has been up to in the Room of Requirement? It’s not like he can ask the git, not only because it’s Malfoy, but also because the Slytherin has suddenly lost his voice. While they’re both trapped in the hospital wing, however, Harry discovers there’s so much he didn’t know about Malfoy, and it’s highly intriguing, but also a bit alarming. Where did all these confusing feelings come from all of a sudden? And what is Harry going to do about them?

Start a Revolution (From My Bed) by @untilourapathy/untilourapathy (gwendolen_lotte), Teen Summary: Harry’s coming of age starts at breakfast. A peek into the lives of the Eighth Years as they become bona fide feminists over jam and croquet. Featuring the fear of growing apart, Blur and a pink cravat.

the strength in letting go by @candybarrnerd/icarusinflight, Teen Summary: Some relationships will end. This is something that everyone should be aware of, and there is no shame in ending a relationship. These things happen, and certainly, no one should stay in an unhappy relationship. We don’t want to have people learning to maintain their suffering here—only fix what can be fixed.

In which Harry and Ginny seek counselling when their marriage is on the rocks—it just doesn’t work out quite like Harry’s wanted it to.

Teach Me by @xxthedarklordxx/XxTheDarkLordxX, Mature Summary: "If you can’t learn Occlumency, then you can’t become an Auror.”

No. All of this couldn’t be for nothing. Harry hadn’t spent so much time proving himself, proving that he was more than just a famous name for all of this to go to shite. “This can’t be the end.”

"I have someone in mind that could teach you if you are willing, but I can't guarantee he will teach you, especially considering your... past."

"You don't mean Malfoy, do you?"

Team Slytherdor by @gingertodgers/GingerTodgers, Teen Summary: Rolanda Hooch takes the Slytherdor Quidditch team to the Sheffield Central Travelodge for some team bonding.

Tell Me How You Like It by @phd-mama/phdmama, Explicit Summary: It's a beautiful sunny day, and when Ron is laid up in the common room with a broken ankle, he gets more of a glimpse into his best friend's private life than he ever might have wanted!

Ten Thousand Reasons Why Not by @lqtraintracks/lq_traintracks (lumosed_quill), Explicit Summary: Harry and Draco are stand-ins for the usual witch who gives the workplace harassment and sexual consent talk to the Auror trainees. Or, a little tale in which Harry consents to be sexually harassed by Draco Malfoy.

That's What You Get For Waking Up by @alpha-exodus/alpha_exodus, Explicit Summary: Draco wakes up in the morning hungover and with someone in his bed. He never could've dreamed it would be Harry Potter.

To Hear You Say It by @drarrymylove/jeni_andtheafterthought, Explicit Summary: Hogwarts has put together an eighth year in order to allow all students a chance to complete their N.E.W.T.'s.  Harry and the other "eighth year" students come back to a much different Hogwarts.  Harry could get used to a new dormitory, harder classes, even his new roommate.  He could even get used to all the new rules and expectations.  Making is bed? How hard could it be?

Trapped by @foularcadebanana/Yesimawriter, Mature Summary: Harry was stuck in an enclosed space with no way to get out, and he just happened to have been stuck in there with Malfoy.

Treat Your Body Like A Temple by @rose-grangerweasleyisbae/donnarafiki, Mature  Summary: It hadn't been easy, and it hadn't been fast, but after many years Harry had finally gained Draco's trust. Now he woke up next to him every day, and he knew just the way to show the Slytherin how grateful he was for that.

We Sleep In Pairs by @protegototalvm/darkestbliss, Mature Summary: We do not blame flowers for their death. But when Draco’s magic dies after the War, he struggles to forgive himself, and it’s going to take far more than striking up a companionship with Harry Potter for him to heal.

When Nightmares Lead to Day Dreams by @drarryismymuse/Drarryismymuse (Hatchersn), Explicit Summary: Harry Potter didn’t want to return to Hogwarts for 8th year, concerned that the castle held too many terrible memories. Lacking any other plan, though, he agreed. He soon discovered how right AND how wrong he was.

Wing It, Baby! I Want to Fly with You by @sliceosunshine/ SliceOSunshine, Teen Summary: Harry finds him in a ditch. He never expected the life of a Superhero to be easy. But showing your enemies mercy is so hard

Still looking for more great HP fanfic? The following fests are or will soon be posting:

HP Horror Fest/@hphorrorfest (Posting April 30 - May 13)

HDS Beltane/@hdsbeltane (Posting starts May 1)

HD-Remix/@hd-remix (Posting starts May 28)

[buckv-barnes]

Ace Comic Con Panel - Sebastian’s Q&A

full video - part one | two | three

note: i’ve put brackets around some of the fan questions that you might have heard about or you don’t want to read :)

Kevin Smith: -Give it up for Bucky Barnes himself - Sebastian Stan.

Sebastian Stan: What an intro, thank you so much. Thank you.

KS: Don’t be weird, sit right here man.

SS: This couch-

KS: Come on closer, it’s not like we’re in a movie theater like, you sit over there. How are you sir?

SS: No, i’m good. I’m just seeing this couch is big for three. But of, course there’s only one. You know, I’m the only one here, of course, because Tom Holland is two hours behind. “Two hours behind.” And he’s not gonna be here with me. So, I wonder why that is?

KS: He doesn’t like sharing the stage with you?

SS: No, no he doesn't. I actually heard a rumour from Joe that said, you know, he was like Holland doesn't want to have any scenes with you and Mackie. And I was like c'mon that's a joke. Like you know, the whole things a joke. There might be some truth to it, but I don't know.

KS: It was after that first experience in Civil War like, 'I’m done with these guys?'

SS: Yeah, maybe. That might have been it, or just any other times we walked into each other sort of, you know like, on the lot, or on the set or whatever. He doesn't, you know, he just seems to be very after his own needs.

KS: He's not looking after Bucky's needs is what you’re saying?

SS: No, he's looking at the Downey camp like, 'When am I going to have that camp?' That's kind of what he's like. Anyway.

KS: We're gonna tell him when he comes out here and see if he cries.

SS: Please do.

KS: What, er, take us back to the beginning, when you first find out you're going to be in 'Captain America: The First Avenger'. Did they tell you, this character, could keep going? Was there plans at that point?

SS: Yeah, I mean they, you know, they did talk about that, and-, but it was a very strange kinda conversation, because there was nothing definitive about it, just sort of like- 'Look we'd like to see this go that way one day, if we're lucky enough and the movies doing(?) well.' And I was like, 'Great, that sounds great. Let’s do it.' But, yeah, I didn't necessary think that was going to happen. I just, it was good they told me because I, tried to think about the future when we were shooting that first movie and just hopefully, lay in stuff that may, be able to track later in the movies and the character.

KS: So, when you were shooting, ‘The First Avenger’, and ‘Bucky, dies’, for all intensive(?) purposes, there is no guarantee you can come back, you’ll be like, ‘this may be my death scene’.

SS: Well, you know I had a little guarantee, I’ve said this before. The first time I fell off the train, I did only have the one arm. I had a green sleeve, meaning that they were going to do something with it. And I was like this is good, that means we could probably, maybe, that’s where it’s gonna go. And then we ended up re-shooting that scene without the green sleeve, and I was like, ‘Oh’. Maybe, I am dead. Which is kind of- am now?

KS: Apparently, I’m not Bucky as much as I Sucky(?) and they cut me out of the movie. So when do you find out though, like hey man, next movie your character’s right in the title with the main character?

SS: Well, I pretty sure, the way I found out about that title was, a friend of mine called me from Comic Con and said, ‘Dude, you’re in the movie.’ And I was like, ‘Oh, really?’ and they were like, ‘Yeah! Because the title is your characters’ in the title.’ (note: that is how he said it!) And that’s how I found out.

KS: What was it like as an actor, I’m sure you were never ‘Man, I wanna be in blockbusters’, but eventually it happened. What was it like, when somebody’s like you’re going from playing a very sporting character in the first movie to, it’s going to be your movie, your co-sharing that movie, the second time around?

SS: It’s probably a lot of pressure when but not, you feel a little scared, I certainly was. I don’t- You rise up to the challenge, I mean, it’s good to be scared. Right? It’s good thing and there was a real opportunity there for me and, in a sense of like taking the character in that direction. I welcomed it. But again, I never- I’m used to it now, I never know where they’re going to take that situation. I didn’t even know what happened in the last movie (Infinity War) until we were shooting it.

KS: I spoke to Elizabeth (Olsen) and Paul Bettany this morning, and we were talking about the ending in Infinity War, and they were like, the Russo’s pulled them into a van and just before they shot the scene they were like, this is the ending of the movie. That’s how they found out about it. Did you get the van treatment as well?

SS: I know the van they’re talking about. I said, I’m not going in that van.

KS: You were raised right, you had smart parents.

SS: I was like, I wanna be around people when they tell me this. But yeah, this is when you disappear. I was like, ‘what does this mean? Really?’ or, I don’t know, it was right on the day. It’s kind of amazing, the Russo’s, if you think about it you have- If you think about it my character makes sense to be in the dark, in a way, he sort of is in the dark. Just the way they were able to put that movie together is fascinating. It was kind of exciting for all of us because when we were sitting there at the premiere, we were seeing it for the first time.

KS: Something as spiralling as that, I imagine, it’s hard to keep track of a movie, you’re almost in every scene, something like Infinity War you’re like ‘Wait, we’re in Wakanda. What’s going on in space? Don’t worry about it.’

SS: Yeah, which is what the character sort of got as a message anyway. It was sort of like, you’re needed again, so if you wanna gain anybody’s trust, you better go with the flow.

KS: The movies like this in terms of other performances an actor gets to do, a lot of it is physical, there’s a lot of action and what not. How long in advance, I’ve always wondered, everyone in these movies is in impeccably in shape. Sooner or later they’ll be like, ‘Take you shirt off!’ and we’ll see dudes with their shirts of which I know makes me feel bad. (Crowd screaming) He’s not going to take his shirt of.

SS: They’re not asking Anthony Mackie to take his shirt off. He’s up on those wires anyway.

KS: How long before the movie begins do you have to start getting in shape? Getting physical? Or is that normal a part of your regime anyway? Or do you have to double it up in a marvel movie?

SS: No, I mean it becomes an all-around routine because when you’re not working that’s kind of what you’re doing for your sanity. Depends, you start out with a goal and then when you start shooting, there’s no way you make it to the gym at like 4 in the morning. You still try but you shoot all day, your sweating a lot and losing a lot of weight. So, by the end of the movie everybody is at least 10 pounds less when they started.

KS: Is that right? Making one of these Marvel movies is the good way to lose weight?

SS: It kind of is. Here’s the thing, if your shooting in Atlanta, it’s really hot down there and then you’re strapped in these really tight outfits and your moving constantly, running around. Your body is like a furnace burning, burning, burning.  We all go through some stress your making a movie.

KS: Bro, look at me. I never lose weight.  On movies it’s the opposite, I gain 10-15 pounds like, this looks good. It’s free? I’ll take it.

SS: I’ve definitely done the- Because you’re waiting around too, so that’s the other thing. You’re always waiting around. I’ve definitely done that part, I know what you’re saying. Fortunately with these, it’s the moving around, and you start having a lot of- your ego is pretty high and you’re like, I’m gonna do the stunts, I’m going to do as much as I can. But then when you’re doing it on the eighteenth take, your body is kind of wrecked by that point.

KS: So you, ‘Bring in that stunt person, please.’

SS: They might bring them in a lot earlier than that but they’re also the best of guys. I mean those guys really make those action sequences, Sam Hargrave and James Young were just, all the way back to the ‘Winter Soldier’. In a way they reinvented the Captain America fighting style.

KS: That second one is badass, it sorts of, it’s the boat at the beginning and just takes everybody out (?). There has been 3 Captain America movies, and you’ve been in each one of them. You got to have a favourite, which one? Is it ‘The Winter Soldier’?

SS: Yeah, I really liked that one, that one has-

KS: It’s got a lot of Sebastian in it, so yeah

SS: The Winter Solider? No! I mean the Civil War does. The Winter Soldier was cryptic and was like strange. The whole process for that was a fun for me, I’m saying this and they’ll be like ‘perfect! Lets never write a line for him again.’ I didn’t have a lot of lines for that movie. It was all kind of like, trying to tell a story physically and it was interesting in a way, I guess.

KS: I haven’t thought about it, you have way more dialogue in Civil War than you do in The Winter Soldier.

SS: Yeah.

KS: The Winter Soldier was like ‘Who the hell is Bucky?’

SS: That’s it! And then you’re haunted by that line. I was haunted for a long time. I really think I was going in circles forever, like ‘who the hell, who the hell is Bucky, who the-‘ It’s just saying-

KS: You got one line in the movie and you gotta get it right man.

SS: It’s like the Aviator, where you’re like ‘show me the blueprints.’ ‘show me-‘ ‘who the hell is Bucky.’

KS: Excellent pull on the Aviator, man. Alright take us into the world of making marvel movies. Who are you friendly with? Who do you spend a lot of time with on set? Who’s your buddy?

SS: I mean, I think, Anthony and Chris obviously were the guys im closest to and I’ve spent the most time with and I genuinely feel like, we could not talk for a year and we’d pick it right up like nothing happened. Paul Bettany’s become a friend and I just love interacting with him, anything that I- I’ve got two scenes with him barely in the last movie and I just loved every minute of it. Chadwick’s actually really funny as well, he has a sense of humour that many don’t see right away. It’s a good group of people. I don’t know. Paul Rudd is a- Can’t keep a straight face around him. A lot of great people.

KS: It’s awesome to hear, you just call him Chadwick. The rest of us calls him Chadwick Boseman and you just call him Chadwick, and you can just leave it right there, because ‘I actually know the Black Panther.’

SS: Well, in Civil War, he was kinda doing his own thing- may have done it in Black Panther- he was doing a bit of a method acting situation. He was not interacting much with people, he was off on his own.

KS: Oh really, so he was like the character, I got to stay disconnected-

SS: I was like, we weren’t really talking very much and I remember on that rooftop scene in Civil War they we kind of going head to head. He and I didn’t exchange a lot of words, all I remember is that mask coming at me and these long arms coming at me, sweeping at me. So maybe it was effective, I don’t know. He’s just really, really talented.

KS: Take us into the airport sequence in Civil War which is the greatest comic book sequences ever put into film. There’s like 928 superheroes in this scene, so it was like a real clusterf-ck. What was it like to shoot it? Did it take place over the course of a couple of weeks?

SS: Months. It was months. We was always coming back to it. There was always another sequence in that bit that we hadn’t shot yet or needed to come back to. It’s surreal when you did have a bit of down time, I mean everybody was there interacting and kind of- you didn’t always have everybody there- but the few days you did, there was a couple of shots where we had everybody like the line-ups, and that was pretty special. I didn’t want be- I was always concerned like I was going to be the slowest runner and I was like, I can’t be the last guy getting across.

KS: Making a marvel movie is like a high school gym.

SS: Yes! It is, it is.

KS: I’m not letting Evans bet me!

SS: No. It gets a little bit like that… You didn’t have Hemsworth so that was a plus. He gets on set and you’re like I don’t even know why I go to the gym. Why would I even do that. I guess that it’s mental strength!

KS: I’m not even ‘Hemworthy’ enough to be here!

SS: Yes! Definitely not! He’s insane. It’s amazing.

KS: During the course of making these movies a lot of physicality, do you ever get hurt? Ever get injured?

SS: Yeah, for sure. You’re always getting something, some hit. You never know until later because the adrenaline is really high and you’re in the middle of it and want to keep doing it and its usually the next day, your trying to get out of bed and you can’t. You feel it. Yeah.

KS: At that point you’re like f-ck Marvel? Or do you work through it like money is good.

SS: You’re like, ‘I like my job.’ No! You’re always grateful, of course! The thing is you remember what it was like when you were little, like the cowboy and Indians thing. It’s sort of that thing that never leaves you in a way, you go to work and you go ‘wow’ this is my job.  You wanna try and sell that fight as best as you can and you can’t really sell it once in a while without landing a- something.

KS: You watch something- having worked in production, I know they edit it and stuff and I know they throw fake punches. Sometimes these cats go together so hard you had to have connected.  

SS: Oh! I’m sure, it’s happened a million times!

KS: What is your best memory of making a Marvel movie so far? Happiest moment, best day so far? Or in post, cause selling the movies seem like you have a lot of fun and going out on the press circuit and stuff.

SS: I’ve never been on a press- world press tour, for anything before, that was pretty special. Just going to different places and going to Asia for the first time is still a big memory for me cause I’ve never been and you see how everybody is so excited about the movies over there and then the same in Europe. You never get over that, you never get tired of that. I think that at the end of the day going home at night and feeling like you know your part of a good goal and everybody is on the same page. You wanna make the best possible product- the thing you can. And people are looking out for you that way, it doesn’t feel like- you can be in an environment where you feel like people are competitive, where it’s weird and something. Other than trying to run fast you don’t really feel- everyone’s on the same team with this one.

KS: Alright, I’m going to open up to these cats. We’ve got two microphones right there, and people are jumping up to them right now. We’re going to start on this side…

(Fan gets attacked by the mic, Kevin replies with don’t let it break your nose. Just a fyi.)

Fan 1: First of all, I love you.

SS: I love you too.

Fan 2: What’s the worst part of being an actor? What’s the worst things that happen.

SS: Oh god, probably, falling in love with a project and then not seeing it happen and having it fall apart right before you’re shooting. That’s happened to me a few times. Or hearing the word ‘No’ over and over again, that happens a lot too.

KS: A lot of rejection in this business.

SS: Yeah, you do, you have it but there’s a way to use that to come back to it. Stronger or something.

Fan 1: Ok, cool. Another question, what’s it like working with Robert Downey Jr.?

SS: The guy is a legend. I don’t know, I grew up on Chaplin and all those movies, you never know with him, you’re gonna end up with a real reaction, you never know what’s coming at you. He’s so quick and witted, in the moment it always amazes you.

KS: How close does he stay to the page? I’ve always wondered. He sounds like he (makes it up?) dialogue. Am I wrong?

SS: He does and he doesn’t. He will do it a few times. That’s the thing, he says it so naturally, you go ‘was that even written?’ once he’s done it a few times, I feel he can’t help himself, he’s got to do something different each time. He keeps it new, that kind of thing.

(Sketch book fan!)

Fan 3: I was wondering if you wanted to look at my sketch book?

SS: I would gladly look at your sketch book. Come find me after? (looking at Kevin) Is that what you say?

KS: Can we pass it up here? While we answer the next question? We can use everybody just passing forward. If you don’t get it back, Sebastian stole it.

SS: Yeah, it would be me.

Fan 3: That’s fine as well.

KS: Send it up! We’ll get it into his hands. Meanwhile, we’ll jump over here and jump back to you for a review of your portfolio.

Fan 4: If Bucky got hold of the infinity gauntlet, what do you think he would do with it?

(Background fan: Deep important question!)

KS: It’s a great question.

SS: It is a great question. There’s only one place he would go and that’s back in time! (sebastian’s now received the book) Yeah, he’d probably go back in time. Try to fix all the things he’s done wrong, for starters. Maybe… Not get on that train? I don’t know.

SS: (towards sketch book fan) This is really great, by the way! (looking through) Oh my god, hello!

KS: Flip it this way.. This is legit, man! I know you didn’t ask me, but excellent job!

SS: A lot of complex things going on there. Oh my god, you’re very talented. Nice recurring theme.

(Kevin notices Loki as a snake)

SS: Each one of these pictures is like my worst nightmare. Pretty much.

KS: Want him to tag the book for you, while he’s got it?

Fan 3: Sure. Why not.

KS: (Sebastian signs the book) He wrote, ‘I drew this.’

SS: This is really great. Keep drawing! Don’t stop!

(Here’s one of my warnings! Slightly awkward)

Fan 5: Before I ask my question, my brother is a huge fan of the Captain America franchise. He has a group that he cosplays with, a group of friends. He plays Captain American and his friend, N, is Bucky, obviously. I was wondering if you could give a quick, hello to my brother and his friend?

SS: Hello-

Fan 5: Wait, not ready!

SS: This is amazing. Hello N, and the brother!

Fan 5: My question is: I fell in love with you first when I saw you as Jefferson at the time. By the way, I love you.

SS: I love you too.

Fan 5: You play a lot of characters that, deal with a lot of heavy-

SS: Issues?

Fan 5: No! They really deal with hard emotions. It’s sometimes difficult as an actor to reach that place and it’s hard to come back from that. So I’m wondering, actor to actor, how do you not let the negative emotions that you portray in characters affect you and how do you translate over to- you! How do you keep them separate? Cause you’re always this happy puppy.

SS: Wow, that’s…

KS: Well happy puppy, what do you say?

SS: Yeah, exactly. I don’t know if I’m a happy puppy all the time. No-one really is right? I think you have to try and not isolate yourself. It’s who you keep around in your life, that’s why it’s so important, your family and friends, who you trust. You can’t lose that sense of ground that is you, yourself. If I’m away somewhere on set, I try to check in with people and it’s ok to check in! I think people are so scared sometimes to admit that ‘I’m not having a great day!’ like, ‘what’s up, what’s going on?’ I think it’s okay to say that, and one of your friends is going to call you back.  Please tell people when you’re not having a good day! That’s what I do I guess.

KS: I’m going to ask you a quick question. When you play Bucky, you’re playing a character that carries expectation with him. People be like, ‘I’ve been reading this character in the books since I was a kid.’ So, there’s a certain amount of pressure there and there’s freedom because nobody knows what Bucky sounds like, until they put him on film for the first time and it’s you, so you get to set the tone. But recently, you were on I, Tonya, right?  And so, in that case you had to play a person the world knew, somebody who was well documented on film and stuff. What was the difficultly in that and the marvel stuff?

SS: That has its own weird expectations, in its own way. Expectations is the biggest enemy no matter how you cut it. I think you have no choice to- it’s more mechanical, I just watched what I could on the guy (Jeff), over and over, I just listened to any audio I had of him over and over again. Until I could feel like it was becoming me. It’s tough because you have to adjust to something that already exists. But sometimes that’s good too! You know where you’re going. Bucky had source and material. But in the movies, like you said at the beginning, in the comic books, he was a kid.

KS: Yeah, there was nothing you could go off of.

SS: They came in and we like, okay we’re going to have him more of a bigger brother and have this guy whether or not enlist. It’s sort of it’s own pros and cons.

(LGBT fan)

SS: Hi, what’s up?

Fan 6: Nothing much.

SS: How’s the German Shepard? (Dog the fan has.)

Fan 6: The German Shepard is great. His name is R. As a gay man, I really appreciate it when you play gay characters. Do you feel like you’ll ever go back into playing and LGBT character?

SS: Yeah, why not? I would in a second. It’s always about the script, the story telling, what kind of obstacles a character has in their life and what they’re trying to get through and that doesn’t matter. We’re all fighting against something and we’re all facing something. We all want to change and get better at, that’s universal. It’s just about having the right story. If it happens, why not?

 (End of part one. Part two with Sebastian and Anthony Mackie)

note: sorry for typos and grammar mistakes. I tried getting this out quickly!

[sillyshiro]

aaaa so my last contribution to voltronwhumpweek (free day) was supposed to be a Lallura sickfic, it didn’t quite come together but this happened instead :’3 I also just wanted to say thank you so so much to the mods for making such an incredible and positive event, I am still going through all the amazing content even now! I had so much fun and will be flailing all over the place if it happens again, it has all been so fantastic and made my whole week ♡

Lance & Allura sick!edition

sick!Lance:

Lance is one of those people who’s still really cheerful when sick- he prefers being in the company of others to waiting it out alone, he’s not super embarrassed about symptoms and can laugh about being slightly gross etc. So he’ll happily visit Allura’s room and be all sniffly, still wanting to do her hair and so on (the styles get fantastically complicated when he’s stressed but very romantic/flowy when he’s not feeling well). Allura sometimes makes him wear a pair of her socks to keep warm, or she’ll make them both a whole bunch of tea when Lance has been talking non-stop for hours and then can’t stop coughing/spluttering (he’ll do that watery-eyed no-no-I’m-totally-fine handflail and keep trying to chit-chat even then).

Allura’s also figured out that Lance really appreciates small gestures of affection when under the weather (hugs, pats on the back), so though he doesn’t always ask for them, she’ll pull his legs over hers if they’re watching a film, or gently massage his temples or the bridge of his nose if his sinus is aching from being stuffed-up. If the cold isn’t too bad Lance won’t want Allura to worry about it (or genuinely doesn’t think there’s anything to worry about), and he’ll sometimes make his sneeze fit of 4-5 sound more high-pitched/vocalised at the end to make her laugh, or bless himself in a comical way if it accidentally takes him by surprise. Though Lance notoriously gets in trouble for not-covering, he does make an effort if he’s cuddled-up under Allura’s blankets, generally by pulling-up his shirt in whatever way he can.

Allura doesn’t mind Lance crashing out in her bed when he’s ill, he kicks/fidgets a lot but sleeps better when she’s there, and Allura needs far less sleep than him anyway. If he has a fever he’ll wake up a few times (Lance loves hearing these stories in the morning, he’ll make the most cryptic statements which Allura will spend vargas trying to decipher, only for Lance to later be like- ohhhyeah! I read that in a christmas cracker once!), but when he does wake up, Allura will get him to drink some water or blow his nose and then quietly tell him things about Altea until his shivering gets a bit better and he falls back to sleep in her lap.

sick!Allura:

Aside from occasional exhaustion from piloting the castle through untold dimensions of time and space, Allura hardly ever gets sick. When she does she’s both practical and stoic about it, and is often caught between knowing she needs rest to get better (to help the team), and knowing that isn’t always possible, because the team needs all hands on deck. Allura doesn’t exhibit symptoms as obviously as the human paladins, which often means they don’t notice a mild/moderate cold. But Lance always notices. Allura will seem slightly quieter, take longer to decide on something, or second-guess her decision when she does. She’ll also smile more, in that firm, reassuring way that honestly is really reassuring, but that Lance has come to realise means she’s trying hard to be strong about something. Allura sometimes feels that she worries Coran enough, and though Lance strongly disagrees and knows Coran would too, he doesn’t make her self-conscious by drawing attention to every sniffle. Instead, he’ll try and catch her alone and ask if she’s okay. Lance knows the answer is always going to be yes, but he still wants Allura to know he’s there for her too.

On those rare occasions when Allura catches the team space!flu, she’ll keep to herself as much as she can get away with, and isn’t fooled by Lance’s 1001 reasons he needs to visit her for urgent advice on combat moves/Altean history/face masks, but quietly appreciates him checking-in to make sure she’s still alive. The night Lance found her drenched in sweat on the bathroom floor was one of the worst Allura remembers, but Lance sits with her for what feels like forever, tells her funny stories from his childhood and keeps making sure she drinks water, just a small sip at a time. At one point the fever almost makes her cry, which feels as ridiculous as it does embarrassing, but every time Allura throws up or tries to apologise, Lance is just like ‘uhhh have I even told you about the time I cried at___? threw up at ___? cried and then threw up because I was crying so much?’ until Allura realises that she somehow feels better and in spite of everything he’s actually made her smile. Later Allura goes to thank him (she’s worried her thank you sounds too reserved, it means more than she can say), but then Lance hugs her back, and Allura knows that he knows she means it. And it matters to him too.

[souichipresents]

Souichi Presents: What Horrors Lurk... in the Iron Circus

Kyahaha! Hello hello hello, once again it is time for.. SOUICHI PRESENTS! Where we’ll one day have reviewed every single Junji Itou comic ever made, after which we’ll... presumably switch over to a episode by episode review of every scooby doo episode ever made. It’s a work in progress concept. 

BUT that day won’t happen anytime soon, because the thing is? People just keep on making amazing horror work. I genuinely beleive that there may not have even been such an amazing time for horror. Ive mentioned it before, but the internet, independently created scene is a godsend for this genre. 

From keeping up with new and emerging short video format horror through the great Night Mind channel, to following horror illustrators and comic creators I love. And the comics. Oh, the comics! That’s what we’re here to talk about today. There’s so many good horror comics out there; and today I’d like to talk about an anthology I’ve been meaning to review for a long, long time now... 

SOUICHI PRESENTS: THE SLEEP OF REASON (Part One)

(Cover art by Michael Deforge)

The Sleep of Reason is a FANTASTIC horror comic anthology, with 26 chilling, creepy, and strange stories. Produced by Iron Circus Comics, who as far as I’m concerned, is one of the companies to keep an eye on for independent publishing, which was single handedly built from the floor up by the amazing C. Spike Trotman. Iron Circus Comics has put out such great works as Poorcraft, Smut Peddler, Shadoweyes Vol 1, and more! 

I was excited to get my hands on this, and it completely delivered. So why haven’t I reviewed it yet? Well... because, honestly? Some is just scheduling, memory, already having this or that on the docket. But also... Some of these stories are too scary for me. I had to take breaks reading it! I had to wait a while. See, part of why I run this blog is I’d already read the complete works of Junji Ito- over and over and over again, enough to work the sting out of them. 

This? This has a sting and a half. And there’s enough stories here, and enough to say about them, that being as exhaustive as I am for normal stories would be... a literal half a years worth of regular updates. So I’m going to be talking about my favorites, in order. 

As for stories left out? Some are just fine, but didn’t catch my eye. Maybe one or two I hate. But some? Honestly? Are too upsetting for me. Not the fun upsetting. That doesn’t make them bad horror. I even love some of them- they could even wind up being your favorites. But your dear host has even his limits, if you can forgive me. <3 

Let’s get started with.... 

The Child Eater, by Meg Gandy

Content Warnings for: Spousal abuse, (not seen but for sure) rape, child abuse, body horror, death.  

Any kid who grew up in rough times of any level can tell you, imagination is a powerful way to escape. This short isn’t about imagination. But it’s about the reason why a little kid might need one: kids can be all, all, all too aware of exactly what horrors are going on around them. 

And the horror here is, for the most part, going on AROUND little Ruthie here; the real life horror. Whatever else might be going on.... well there’s monsters, and there’s monsters. And I won’t lie guys; it’s a rouge bite. 

Horror is a way to talk about vulnerability. It can be a way to talk about things that scare us without talking about them directly. Well. This isn’t a comforting veneer of abstraction and fantasy kind of story. And it’s about the most vulnerable kind of hero you could possibly imagine. And it does it with art that uses a deft hand on details and emotional weight- we ARE in Ruthies shoes, we’re walking with her. 

And I won’t tell you where she decides to go; only that it’s one of the most grimly satisfied endings i’ve run across. 

The Waiting Game, a Nightmare by Carla Speed McNeil

Content warnings for: Starvation, suicide, body horror, non consensual voyeurism. 

Somehow, this story seems so much longer then it actually is, when you’re reading it. And that could not possibly be more apt for the story that it is; the slow, second by second agony of the story’s unnamed, ungendered subject. Our subject, who’s life is such agony that they can only wait, desperately, for an end. But we don’t need to be told that. 

In fact, we aren’t told much at all. But the beauty of this story- and there are many- is that we’re left to let the horror unfold in our own minds eye. The crowds of the rich, eager, leaning over each others shoulders, anticipatory. 

Hungry. 

What kind of entertainment do people want, if they can have anything. Anything in the whole world?

And how badly do we suffer for it. 

Found Object, by Britt C. H. 

Content warnings for: death, gore. 

Well first of all I’ll ask you to stay out of my three AM discord conversations. If theres a comic in here with a conversation about Donald Ducks emotional depth, I’m... well actually that’d be AMAZING. But I digress! 

This is the kind of story I could use as a thesis support; a genuine fear touched on through a strange event. It lays it’s self out flat and clean; in both structure and subject, I consider this an amazingly classic horror piece, to my sensibilities. 

Something I’m fond of about horror is that it has a unique quality: It can only obfuscate how it’s plot is going to go but so far. Specifically I mean: It’s horror, so you know something terrible is going to happen. The story begins; something is introduced. We, the audience, become immediately aware this ‘thing’ is going to be something horrifying. 

What matters isn’t the what. it’s the how. And this has a magnificent how. 

The Grackle Bride, by Randal Milholland 

Content Warnings for: Death. Birds. 

If like me, you happen to have been following Mr. Milholland’s work since... oh, say... middle school, you wouldn’t be too surprised to see his work here. Every year readers of his comic have enjoyed “The Last Trick-or-Treaters”, a beautiful watercolor series about... well. Children! Having... adventures.... that might end... lets say badly! For those children. 

But that’s a horse of a different color. For this collection, we’re treated to a beautifully folkloric yarn- just the kind of mysterious, slightly gruesome story I would have devoured as a child myself. It feels authentic; you have your poor farmer, and his only daughter. A beautiful girl... only all she seems to care about are those grackles.

It’s a thrill of a yarn at that. Cosy, even! Might depend a bit on how you feel about birds....

Proliferation, by Lin Visel and J.R. Cullen

Content warnings for: Death.

Interesting to think about is- how little information can you use to make sure your audience knows what you mean? This story I think, hits very close to that edge; if you walked into this story completely missing a key piece of outside information, I still think you would get the idea through the context clues, especially combined with the title. 

That’s impressive; but even more impressive to me is this is one of those horror stories I get a sense of temperature- atmosphere. The wet, sweltering heat of your own breath passing through you. The horrible chill of air meeting sweating, clammy skin. The horrible stillness of a forest. 

I do love short horror; and I’m always pleased to let the story sit as it is; a fragmenting little prism of moments. But this one I think I’d love to see more of; more of what’s happening. Maybe that would ruin it; but I know that it means a story has an inviting texture. As inviting as the temptation to keep on walking a little... further. 

Just a little more. 

Artifacts, by Evan Dahm

I have a complicated relationship with the phrase ‘cosmic horror’. Once you get too good a look at the lineage of the ideas it’s... well folks, it’s kind of all racism and penguins down there. But I still remember the thrill at the idea- the notion of something... so strange and unknowable. The idea that there is a scale of size we can’t even begin to comprehend; that we might as well be ants, blindly trying to make sense of things we can’t even see. 

This story makes me feel like I’m sitting between the stacks of the library, lost in the quiet terror of the idea of those horizons dropping away. 

To me, making our protagonist an artist solves- immediately- a lot of the problem this kind of story can have. Why exactly would someone be studying something that leads somewhere... so odd? When its a scientist, or a researcher, it feels natural, but can get... odd. Not a lot of theoretical whatever's take hikes into abandoned buildings. But fine artists will do a lot of things. I learned in class about a man who laid under the floorboards of a gallery space making weird noises. 

A single man, slowly working and working and working on making something.... pure. Approaching something big. It could have happened already. 

That’s all for this week- I’ll continue reviewing this in short sections of my favorites. Check it out sometime if you can! I will say chapters I didn’t get to do have some raw stuff in them; as with any horror, specific subjects can kind of lunge at you. 

But it’s a representation of what I absolutely love: An independent, off the wall, beautiful set of horror comics. 

And as always... souichi WILL return!

[vileart]

Dramaturgy Rinse:Mike Raffone @ Artworks Elephant

IT’S A KITSCH GIVEAWAY AT SOUTH EAST LONDON’S NEWEST CABARET NIGHT

Lovers of Kitsch are sure to enjoy award nominated comedy performer Mike Raffone’s monthly Cabaret show Cabaret Rinse. Apart from featuring top acts from the world of comedy and variety, Cabaret Rinse also boasts a unique raffle.

Before the show the audience are each given a free strip of raffle tickets. Throughout the show they must compete with each other in a series of bizzare games to randomly generate the winning ticket number. And if that’s not exciting enough the lucky winner then gets to choose her/his prize from The Cabinet of Kitsch, a mock conveyor belt of kitsch goodies that makes The Generation Game’s prizes look positively up market.

What was the inspiration for this performance?

With Cabaret Rinse I wanted to do something that could be a bit more anarchic than I usually do, I was always a big fan of the apparent anarchy of Tiswas when I was a kid. 

I was originally thinking of a sort of game show type thing, but that's been done quite a bit recently, but I knew (like everything I do) it had to have a heavy interactive element with the audience. I remembered that I ran a raffle in a comedy night that I used to run about 5 years ago. It proved to be the most popular thing in the show, and the only thing that actually made money. So I had the idea of having a load of stupid games and routines that would generate the winning numbers of the raffle, sort of a bit like the big song and dance they used to make picking the numbers for the national lottery. Only my version would not be as slick and bland, and would have the lotteries and gaming commission break out in a cold sweat. Also the prizes are kitsch tat, but people seem to love that as well. 

That's how the idea of Cabaret Rinse was born. It was originally a show that I would mainly feature in, with a few special guests, but after starting to do it once a month it became clear to me that the other acts on the bill should take centre stage. It's a tall order to come up with an entire show once a month! So it morphed from a interactive show idea into a comedy night with a bill of artists and the raffle idea just holding the whole evening together .Actually, if I'm honest I'd say that the idea came to me in a flash of inspiration whilst walking down the street in Adelaide, South Australia when I was there for the The Adelaide Fringe, but I think these were the ideas that were brewing in my head.

  Is performance still a good space for the public discussion of ideas? 

I'm not sure that the performance has ever been a good space for the discussion of ideas, we performers set the agenda so any debate has to be a bit one sided. 

I do think that it's always been a great platform for the dissemination and advancement of ideas. You could say that ideas are discussed as you can look at things from a variety of standpoints. It always says something and has value and meaning, I'm not sure there is any debate thought.

  How did you become interested in making performance?

A variety of reasons really. I did always love the fact that theatre said things about all sorts of things, art, politics, science, religion, the human condition. I found that exciting as a young person which sometimes makes me wonder why I ended up in comedy and entertainment. 

But then good comedy says a lot as well. I also have a shallow though, and have always reveled in the theatrical nature of theatre, the shear affront and arrogance of showing off. And of course I fell in love with actresses and show girls when I was young. I just decided that it was a world that I wanted to be part of wit all of it's amazing facets.

  Is there any particular approach to the making of the show?

Although my shows are heavily interactive and are not really overtly text based I do like to actually write the shows before I perform them these days, and I also work with a director a bit to refine the ideas once they are up and running. Of course it all changes when I perform it, but I like the confidence of knowing that for any show, but biggest problem is too much stuff. I find ideas easy, but I have to work at giving them coherence, and sticking to the point. That's the challenge for me. I also like to give myself creative limitations. 

For example for my one man comedy sketch show Brain Rinse the limitation was that every idea had to involve audience interaction and participation, whether onstage as individuals, or joining in en mass. I allowed myself to do anything, as long as I stuck to that one rule. I'm a great believer that it's impossible to fill the blank canvas without these sort of self imposed rules or creative limitations. 

With Cabaret Rinse, it was the idea that all the interactive ideas had to generate a number between one and ten in some way, again after that the sky's the limit. Of course what makes Cabaret Rinse different is I have to refine the whole evening, the sort of acts I book, what the running order should be, how many and how long the intervals should be etc etc. Not just the bits that I do.

  Does the show fit with your usual productions?

Yes, and no. Yes for all the reasons that I've explained, and no because for once I'm not the star of the show. I tend to so one man shows, write them, promote them, star in them, even do my own sound cues from onstage. I'm a bit of a control freak. I'm an performing empire builder, a bit like Chairman Mao, except my empire is very small, and I'm not so mean. I also don't have a little book... of any colour, but that's beside the point. It's interesting for me though, to take a back seat and let the other acts on the bill drive the show. 

I actually enjoy having these great acts share the stage with me. I have genuine love, passion and respect for the acts that I book. Again it's creative limitations, this time applies to my programming of the evening. They have to be acts that I love, and then I hope that I communicate that love to the audience when I compere the evening.

What do you hope that the audience will experience?

Well I suppose the obvious answer to that is that I hope that they experience laughter, but also a togetherness. I want my comedy night to feel like it's just hanging out with friends. In fact some to the club stalwarts are friends of mine and I have no problem in calling them by there first name and being familiar with them. 

I want them to feel like they are being entertained in their front room I guess... that familiar. I also love it when people tell me that they don't usually like audience participation but they loved my show. 

I try not to put people down, but encourage them to go further with joining in than they ever thought they would. Then they are rewarded as being the heroes that they are, and it becomes their show. As for the acts I book, I've always seen Cabaret Rinse as being primarily a comedy night for acts, like me, who are misfits, who don't fit easily into any genre, or circuit of work. Many of the acts are unknown, or have been given licence if they are experienced for trying something new, or experimental so I guess I also want the audience to feel the excitement of this edge, of not quite ever knowing what they will get, but trusting that it will be good.

A Star Trek toby jug, a Chesney Hawkes picture disk, a home burlesque kit and a nodding Buddha, are just some of the prizes that audiences have eagerly snapped up over the past few months. But it’s not all about tacky consumerism, there has been a lot of fun along the way too. Audiences have re created a Busby Berkely water dance, taken part in a human version of space invaders and played a classic party game with a role of gaffa tape, some sweets and a man dressed in a piñata costume.

Mike explains further, “We get some great acts at Cabaret Rinse, and they are all different and very original in their own way. I felt that just bringing them on in the normal way just wouldn’t do them justice. I wanted a fun, madcap, off the wall way to compere the evening and the eureka moment came when I was on tour in Australia. That’s when I hit on the idea of an interactive raffle and it’s proved a real hit with our audiences. Last month’s raffle winner was so chuffed about winning the 1972 Ed Stewpot Stewart Pop Pary LP, on vinyl with a double gatefold sleeve that she tweeted about it after the show. I think she wasn’t even alive when the record was first released.”

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Cabaret Rinse is on at The Artworks Elephant, Elephant Road, Elephant and Castle on every second Friday of the month. Next show is Friday 9th February. This month’s acts include Malcolm Hardee award winning character comic Candy Gigi and Jon Hicks, star of the hit variety show Slightly Fat Features. Show starts at 7:30pm and the Cabaret Rinse pop up bar is open from 7pm. Tickets are £9/£6 concs and there is a £2 discount if you book online via www.cabaretrinse.co.uk.

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Day #24

Not a great rush of adrenaline this morning, that's for sure. My heart beat is again unsteady and relatively quicker, and my breathing slowed. I can safely say that it was the result of some incredibly bad dreams, for the most part, which I'm trying my best to instantly forget so I can move on with my day. Not worth going into detail to remind myself and feel like shit, but it was essentially just a bunch of major things going downhill within family, friendships and even her - yes she made an appearance, surprisingly enough. All the damn blame from everything that was going wrong was absorbed by me. I couldn't help to think in these scenarios that if I were a better person to them, that I could've altered the ill fate suffered by my loved ones. Now I'm shaking at the thought of it, and even drawn a couple of tears because of the intensity of what I just suffered through. It's been extremely difficult to distinguish dreams from reality in that regard, because I'm the same, bad person in each universe. I'm actually struggling a bit more this morning from the after effects of those dreams, and my breathing hasn't stabilised after a while - genuinely thinking there's a possibility of fainting, which would be nice if it were back in my bed. It's hot and and cold at the same time. I'm drawing a bit of anxious sweat through what feels like a fire inside me. It's sort of like a similar feeling to having a fever in a way, but an anxiety fever. Have even resulted to attempting to breathe through my mouth as a substitute but that's only raising the heart beat. Fun times in the weak struggle. Can't find the balance this morning and so I'm not looking forward to the rest of the day ahead, especially as I'll be stuck in a team meeting the entirety of the day. The day dreams that will fill up the time will have my head fixated on her as usual. Day 24 - A coin & a clock I received a special coin today that I forgot I purchased, which one of three at work ordered online on behalf of me about a month ago. It's special because it's a double sided coin, which depicts only heads on both sides, and has the word 'liberty' engraved into it, along with the design print of the famous sculpture in New York City. It's intriguing because it's utilised by a rather famous comic book villain (yup, comic books - more fantasies, surprise) who determines the fate of his victims with the flip of that very coin, which means that they're ultimately doomed either way because they don't actually receive the equal chance they're led into falsely believing that they're entitled to in the circumstance. That's the interesting factor - the false hope that is generated for the soul who doesn't have knowledge upon the fact that their future has already been decided for them. It makes you realise that liberty is nothing more than an imaginative term, a living irony promoted by society that's suppose to make you believe that you have this false sense of freedom. It's achieved well enough too, considering we're mostly all brainwashed to some degree and follow the norms and conventions created by our societies to live life as the sheep we are. That's just one man's opinion though, and I understand that it's quite generalised and doesn't actually apply to each individual - just the majority, who are "drowning in the mainstream" as one of her hipster jokes would go. This new piece of memorabilia I have acquired is a reminder to me that I'll always be stuck in my ill-fated sadness in the end, no matter what choices I make in the present. That this road will eventually lead to a cliff with no remaining bridge to cross, no matter what temporary happiness may be found on the way. I'll never be able to get to the other side of the bridge.. where she resides. I managed to take my friend anxiety, to the gym this evening, so we could both get pumped up to a whole new level. Certainly you could note that it took me a lot of willpower which I didn't know existed at this stage, to go a second time within the week already - haven't done that for a while due to my fears of breaking down. I don't really know what to say, except for that my heart break is currently being re-lived greatly right now due to my nemesis, time, reminding me that it's been exactly 4 weeks tonight since I received a message from her asking to talk the next day of Armageddon. Even worse, the last time I had any contact with her was Monday - three days ago, which again specifically resembles the gap in which in that past time we did not communicate either. My mind is determined in just finding any fucking excuse at this point to link events, coincidences and any resemblances it can find to remind me of the pain from that moment. Sadly, it's working well in it's favour because it's in my nature to be accustomed to thoughts like this. I remember thinking that everything was going so well, and that she finally listened and understood me with the pain I uncomfortably had to openly express with her on several occasions (especially recently at the time), and that I would just give her some space and time to take that chance on me finally. But little did I know that she was only being friendly and polite (as is in her sweet nature), when asking to speak to me the next day, because I had no fucking clue that not only did she break her promise, but she would break my heart and end us. Supposedly the three days felt like a lifetime apart and she actually lived a joyous life in that time, which means she didn't need and/or want me anymore. In my head I was just speechless and in shock, so I remember going absolutely insane with my over the top friendliness in that moment. That's because I had fucked up enough, and finally clicked then and there as soon as she had enough, how I had been behaving and mistreating her that whole time. I was constantly overreacting and poisoning her life with my unnecessary insecurities and problems, so she justifiably finally decided to dispose of the negativity in her life, i.e. me. Since that precise moment, it all started crashing down on me about what I had done, and to this very day I'm still in shock (hence the recurring madness) about how it all played out and I suddenly went from what felt like everything to nothing - with a single phone call. Here I was, ready to be the happiest guy alive (I cannot emphasise how much I was looking forward to this moment, with all the hope in the world) as I thought my insecurity of being hidden from her family was going to be finally over. Nope - It was the exact opposite. My world turned upside down, and so did my head and heart along with it. So here I am, an even more broken shell of a man - if I ever were a man, rather than just a boy to begin with (that'd probably even be a compliment at this point with the immaturity I displayed). But hey, it's more than fair enough. It's what I deserve for mistreating her the way I did. To be honest, I was never really good enough for her to begin with, and I'm sure she always knew that too - which is why she always had doubts about us from the very beginning anyway, and continuously rejected me. I very much do appreciate that she tried for me, and for us as a whole though, as she really did put in so much more than I think even she was expecting, prepared to, and thought that she ever would. I guess I can only hope now that I brought her some happiness above all the pain and trouble I caused her, and that she'll continue to cherish that good part of what we were (wonderful weekend + sick-day monday was beautiful in that regard). And I hope that she's happy now too.. It's been basically four weeks after all, and she's not usually one to be stuck in the past for long so yeah. All I can continue to do now is accept all my mistakes, and learn through all this torturous pain and punishment, even though I tried my best - I just didn't succeed (fuck off again, Coldplay). It's all so excruciating right here, right now though, as I've honestly lost the will to simply try with stuff, I guess. I may as well confess that in my weakness I even messaged her just before, asking how her week's been, but haven't heard back from her in these couple hours. At least she's living a busier life and properly moving on unlike the loser I am, whining about my fucking feelings. I suppose these are all pretty standard confessions of a broken heart though too, yeah? Likely. I'm just being a naive asshole - nothing new. She doesn't owe me any time or attention anymore, and she never did. Whether it be a tangible object or a memory, everything seems to find its way into being my enemy these days, because my mind chooses for it to be. Oh well - my pit is getting a bit dry, tonight's a night better than any to water it with some tears.