#by freaks i mean lovely people that make up most of my friends group please understand that i love yall

[jiraiconfessions]

you know, i really do hate everyone in this community, and i really mean that. you can sit there and try to act as unstable as you want but in reality most people here are surrounded by loving families and this is just the modern version of the 2015 edgelord emo phase. none of you do fucking anything jirai-like except sit there bitching about shit you could easily fucking fix if you put any effort into doing so.

"i cant make friends" "im so suicidal" "i just wanna cut" i dont fucking care. can you talk about literally anything else? yeah its an unstable subculture thats very true but are you like actually aware that the reason you arent making any jirai friends is because nobody wants to be around people threatening to cut 24/7? its the same in japan, i feel like some of you have this weird notion that jp jirai are all friends with each other and dancing around in lovely circles while being drunk on the streets but in actuality its just like literally any other friend groups where people fight and cry and then never see each other again. except when you fight with a friend in one of those groups theres a chance theyll fucking overdose and die in the streets without ever having a chance to fix it

youre all so fucking weird. all of you, none of you are free from this except for maybe like 2 people in the community. "i want to join the toyoko kids" "i wish there was an american version of the toyoko kids" then go outside and fucking talk to the homeless people around you, they'll hook you up with drugs and alcohol so you can run around the street like a real toyoko kid. oh, wait, but none of you will because the fact of the matter is you dont actually care about the lifestyle itself you just want to be around cute asian girls— you know its fucking true, reposting random photos of random jp jirai from twt with some shitty caption above it, acting like you fucking care. one of the biggest girls who gets posted in those memes is currently going through domestic violence and is posting about it on her twitter, and for a community that "cares" about each other ive seen literally nobody giving her any support or anything. just more shitty reposts of her photos going like "omgggg this is so me >.<" like id fucking hope it isnt you.

by the way none of you freaks wanting to be a toyoko kid could survive it. you scream and cry when theres a pedophile in your dms but if you were a toyoko kid those same people would be dictating how much money you get to spend that month. "ewww there's a pedophile in my dms" omgggg no way?? in the community commonly associated with child prostitutes theres a pedophile trying to talk to you?? who couldve seen that coming

none of you have the right to sit on a high throne and call yourself "real jirais" when the only lifestyle you fuckers engage in is being minorly mentally ill. none of you get to sit there and call people elitists when you actively look down on sex workers and people who can afford higher brands. btw if youd have done literally any research youd know that the style is indeed called "jirai kei" in japan, and not dark girly, but that point has been hammered to death on this blog so whatever.

anyway to the non fetishisers in the community i love u

TL;DR A vast majority of this community consists of people who do not understand the struggles of Japanese landmines. It gets to a point where the complaining can be insufferable, and often misses the mark entirely. There's a huge fetishism issue, and a lot of landmines on here just want to be around Asian girls. Also, it's not called "dark girly," it's called jirai kei.

(Hopefully that covers it effectively.)

Normally I'd just flat out queue things, but I'm going to post this one immediately. Anon, I don't know who the user you're talking about going through DV is, since I'm not active in those spaces, but If you're able to please do send another ask sharing her username. I would like to post anything I can to help her.

Also, I personally would like to thank you for pointing out how people look down on sex workers. I don't usually insert my own opinion but as a former sex worker myself I often feel left behind in this community. Thank you.

[relencomp]

Listen Here. Yeah, You. I Have Something To Tell You.

I need to talk about the book I’m writing so badly but everyone I know is asleep or dead(?) and I hear Tumblr is cool about writing and stuff.

it’s got lesbians and big guns and magic and shenanigans.

I hear that sells like hot cakes here. Come take a bite.

[causenessus]

love notes

part 0.05. intros.

EXHIBIT ONE: COFFEE ENTHUSIASTS

l/n y/n °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

college student majoring in photography <3 also works at onigiri miya on the side but spends a lot of her time doing client portraits and taking photos in her free time to add to her portfolio and get experience. really enjoys taking photos of street art, including graffiti and interactive pieces because she thinks they have so much meaning and significance. wanders around with suna a lot as they look for more art. went to itachiyama and knows sakusa the best but they both became good friends with inarizaki because atsumu would always bring osamu and suna with him to visit them in high school. y/n would sneak glances at suna when she thought he wasn’t looking but was always too nervous to say anything. in college, they grew closer and things became more comfortable as their friend groups hanged out more. she's allowed suna on her private account because it's where she posts most of her thoughts since her main account has to be dedicate to photography.

akaashi keiji & sakusa kiyoomi °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

akaashi

double majoring in literature and photography <3 whenever their classes assign group projects, akaashi, y/n, and kenma usually all work together. even on individual assignments, they usually go out together to keep each other company while they find their focuses <3 but he’s really going thru it, spends a lot of his time and money in coffee shops (and takes advantage of getting free food at onigiri miya). doesn’t have a very big booking schedule for client photography because he’s so busy but he’s always booked because people are obsessed with how good his eyes and skills at editing photos are. met and got to know y/n at the high school games between fukurodani and itachiyama when she would come to take photos of the volleyball team for publicity.

omi

wing spiker for the msby college volleyball team and majoring in athletic training. frequents onigiri miya but will only eat what y/n or osamu makes. he definitely grew close to y/n and trusts her because she’s just as much of a clean freak as him. their first interaction went something along the lines of her watching someone on the vball team trip on her equipment bag and her coming up to sakusa saying “your teammate just touched my bag with his dirty sweaty shoe and now i have to sanitize it. please tell them to stay away from my stuff.” and he was immediately sold. sometimes feels like the caretaker of his group, making sure everyone’s taking care of themselves because akaashi and y/n often get in the habit of partnering together to make bad decisions or locking themselves in a room to cram for classes

miya osamu & kozume kenma °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

osamu

went on a whim and started onigiri miya while also going to school for a degree in hospitality. works most nights with yn allowing them to grow pretty close. in high school, she also felt the most comfortable with him out of all the inarizaki boys and he would tell her all kinds of stories about suna because he could see how she looked at him. they still usually gossip while they work together and he definitely enables her whenever she feels like doing something (as long as it’s not harmful to herself or detrimental to her future!!!). whenever msby travels to away games, he usually gets the chance to set up a stand outside the court and will leave yn in charge of the tokyo location. is also close besties with akaashi because they share an immense love for food and has given him a free pass to eat there whenever he wants (atsumu on the other hand pays and sometimes gets a discount, usually only if yn is the one taking his order bc she feels bad for him)

kenma

photography major and part time streamer. literally is the only reason yn and akaashi have good cameras because he’ll give them his old ones whenever he buys a new one or will buy them equipment they need as a present. (in return) yn and akaashi definitely help him in general classes. feeds and has basically adopted a cat that somehow climbs their window sill everyday. he’s like the keeper of his dorm because he’s always home so whenever someone is out and has forgotten something, they’ll always spam kenma asking him to “pretty please” bring it to them. posts a lot of the photos he takes on his main twitter account. definitely takes a lot of street photography and spends more time editing photos that people send in but sometimes does portraits if requested.

extras <3

yn, akaashi, sakusa, and kenma all live together

osamu doesn’t pay rent but he’s often over bc he doesn’t want to be amidst the chaos of his actual roomates

kenma’s been forced to keep his depression clutter limited to his room because sakusa and y/n are both clean freaks

(sometimes if he lets her, y/n will come in to help him organize and clean his room)

sakusa often ends up cooking for everyone to eat because he knows no one will eat if they have to make something themselves

his one rule is you cannot be in the kitchen as the same time as him or he will stare you down

y/n usually just makes something for herself at onigiri miya but she’ll always take sakusa’s cooking over it

do not come at me abt how the real world works with businesses please 😭 let me be

taglist: @wyrcan @oyasumeii @froyaoya @gyuijns @nbcvs (form to be added to taglist! <3)

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[suiana]

Could I please request some yandere prince headcannons? Darling’s probably a servant or guard!

I love princes! even more if they're unhinged 😇

✎ yandere! prince headcanons . . .

✎ warnings . . .

― manipulation, violence, degradation, obsession etc.

(gn! reader x male yandere! oc)

✎ yandere! prince who was the youngest child of the empire's royal family. obviously being spoiled with riches since young, getting anything and everything he desired.

✎ yandere! prince who was the star of the empire, being perfect in almost every aspect. from sword fighting, to academics, to even his looks. he was almost like a gift from the gods above! if only it weren't for his violent tendencies when he gets mad.

✎ yandere! prince who always showcases the best side of himself to the masses. after all, he is the face of the royal family. being the perfect son, he was worshipped like a deity. and what deity would be a cruel one? no, he had to be perfect. he had to be the perfect, kind, caring and respectful son of the empire.

✎ yandere! prince who releases his pent up anger and stress on those around him in subtle ways. from making his personal servants feel lesser than him to choking his advisor when he made a small mistake... i mean, being asked to be perfect all the time has really taken a toll on his mental health, y'know?

✎ yandere! prince who has always had the same group of servants serve him since young. no one else was qualified to serve him! he's their perfect prince after all, he should only be receiving the best. it's also to prevent his unruly habits from getting leaked. it would be really disastrous if word got out that their beloved prince was secretly violent!

✎ yandere! prince who never thought about those below him before he met you. you were such a clumsy little thing! accidentally bumping into him while running down the palace hallways... god, you were so freaking adorable. and the way you actually didn't know who he was until his advisor shouted at you... oh, you had him intrigued. there was someone who dared to not know him? how interesting indeed...

✎ yandere! prince who requests for you to serve him. can you imagine the shock on the head maid's and head butler's faces when they heard that their perfect prince wanted an inexperienced and new servant to serve him? oh how jealous they were! someone like you? serving the famed prince? that was something that the lowly people could only dream of!

✎ yandere! prince who only becomes more intrigued by you when you treat him like a friend instead of your master. he's the prince and you're just a lowly commoner! and he even berated you and called you a peasant to try and make it clear to you about your status difference! did you have so much kindness in your heart that you overlooked that? or were you just a dumb klutz??

✎ yandere! prince who realizes that you were truly just a kind person when you defended a child from getting bullied. you didn't even have any benefit from doing that so what made you do that? you were truly so interesting...

✎ yandere! prince who has his obsession with you solidified when you reply his question. "do i need a reason to help another person?" oh my...you were far too precious... it's truly a shame that you happened to end up catching his attention because he's never letting you go now. no... most definitely not. especially after you made him realize that there existed such a kind person. someone truly untainted, someone who deserved the title of a deity way more than him.

✎ yandere! prince who still treats you like dirt when others are around. he feels slightly bad but...it's still amusing to see you act so submissive and obedient. he wishes he could worship you publicly though, you deserve it. but he can't. for if he does, what will become of the royal family? royalty no more and just a mere mockery is what will be of him if he just as much as treats you like an equal. so for now, he'll have to worship you behind closed walls in the dead of the night.

✎ "little dove, get on your knees and clean my shoes. there's dust on them."

[alphajocklover]

I'm 23 and have been obsessed with body-building for years. I'm nowhere near big though. I'd love to be blown up into an absolutely massive freak. I wanna struggle to fit through door ways, I want furniture to bend under me. I want most guys I hit on to think I'm too big.

Please can you blow me up and grow me into the biggest bodybuilder possible.

It’s finally time for another one of my personal transformations. It’s been a little bit since I helped turn that guy into a bodybuilder jock with a supernova charged battery, but last time was so much fun I knew I had to do it again when the chance came up. I guess the only real question is what transformation method is right for you. I could always use the supernova battery again, or one of the other transformation methods I mentioned in my first personal transformation, but if I’m being honest part of the fun last time was sharing all the ways I could transform people. So how about we take a look at some of my newer transformation methods.

Your first choice is a CD. It’s a special video made for me by a local football coach who has recently introduced the Jock Studies program to his school. I reached out in the hope of getting an interview with him, and just got this in return. Not even a proper response. It’s… kind of an obvious trap too. I mean, I ask a bunch of people who are famous for turning people into submissive jocks to give me an interview, and they send me an unmarked CD? I mean, you can’t report on this kind of stuff like I do without someone trying to transform you eventually. I was actually kind of honored that they considered me enough trouble to target me… but not enough to actually watch the video. You can have the CD if you want. I’m absolutely certain you’d turn into a massive jock. Although you’d also be incredibly submissive to the coaches who made this, which might not be your jam. Let’s look at the others before you decide at least.

Your next option is a bit complicated. It’s a time machine, recently stolen from a group named the SAD (society against douchebags) by the Douchebag Revolution. I did a favor for them recently so they gave me this. Said they could trust me to use it responsibly. Well, sort of. The way they said it included a lot more ‘bros’ and ‘fuck yeahs’ but that was basically the gist. Anyways, we could use it to change you by changing your past. A little manipulation of your life and you could end up a bodybuilder. The thing is that time travel is… risky. Ever heard of the butterfly effect? That’s why I try to avoid time travel as much as possible. Too much can go wrong. Let’s move onto something else, since this one is so… unpredictable.

How about this one? It’s water from a familiar little town called Maxford, the one that turns anyone who enters it into a straight, conservative jock or bimbo. Turns out drinking water that’s bottled inside the town has similar effects. Turns you into your Maxford self for 24 hours. You wouldn’t believe what I had to go through to get this. Entering Maxford was an… interesting experience. Um, anyways, it might not be the best choice for you. It’s temporary, and it will turn you straight the entire time you’re a hunk. That can be fun to try, but I get the feeling you want something more permanent. Let’s look at something else

Finally is a specially made necklace, a gold chain with a miniature dumbbell pendant. It’s made by a jewelry store chain that might sound familiar to you if you’ve read some of my earlier stories: EB Jewelry. Normally these are pretty expensive, and you’d have to buy them directly from EB Jewelry, but there was a mistake with manufacturing and they ended up with a surplus of these things. I bought a ton of them and wouldn’t mind parting with one. Put it on and you’ll transform into a total bodybuilder jock. More than that, I can give you more than one. You can share them with your friends, make an entire group of bodybuilder jocks that barely fit through doors. Yeah, that one is definitely the best choice. Go ahead, try it on.

Fuck you look good. You seem quite a bit dimmer now, which is to be expected, but god you look like walking sex. Make sure to share those necklaces with your friends. Using more than one might have… side effects. Plus, the more huge jocks, the better.

[moonstruck-muses]

jake halloween req where you’re both at the same party and have matching costumes even though neither of you planned it

bonus if he’s pining after u <33

- 🐰

BOOMF BOOM BOOMF! Remember when you requested for this halloween AND THEN I SENT IT FOR CHRISTMAS LMFAO It's fine, enjoy this on the waning hours of the holiday where they are now at a Christmas party.

The secret truth to Jake Sim was he fucking loved being corny. He loved awful Hallmark movies, bad Valentine’s candy, and cheap haunted houses. Which meant, when the holidays rolled around, he had his house decorated by the first of the month, gifts bought even before the holiday season started, and Christmas music that started in November. Tonight, he was at a friend’s White Elephant party. He was wearing a garish sweater that couldn’t even be classified as ugly, it was straight up hideous. And he loved it—right down to the little button you could press on Rudolph’s nose that would make it light up. His sweater was nothing short of a spectacle. 

The party itself was hosted by his roommate’s friend, and Jake quickly made himself the life of it, chatting up with everyone, downing cups of eggnog, and shoving festive cookies down his throat. 

“Hee!” He shouted out when he saw the host of the party come into the kitchen. “Do you have more Nog?”

“So most people tap out after one mug of it, you freak,” Heeseung scoffed, but there was a playful grin on his face.

“How many have you had?” An unfamiliar voice said behind him. Heeseung stepped aside, and Jake felt his heart skip a beat. “Jake! I mean three!” He stammered, complete caught off guard at the sight of you. He watched you raise your eyebrow and fight back a laugh, and his heart unspooled with the scrunch of your nose and the crinkle of your eyes. 

“Okay, so clearly you’ve had a lot,” You teased. 

"No, I’m great, I’m peachy!” Jake protested, tips of his ears turning red. “I’m Jake,” he said awkwardly holding out a hand.

“So I’ve heard,” You said, meeting his handshake. “I’m Y/N.” 

His eyes wander down to your sweater, three dancing penguins in a snowfall, and his face lights up. “Nice to meet you you, Y/N. I appreciate someone who can appreciate the theme of a party.” 

“Oh, anything for a bit,” You say with a sly grin. 

“So how do you know Heeseung?” He asks, the world around him falling away. 

“I started working with him and Jay this year, guess my dazzling personality is so endearing they just couldn’t resist inviting me.” 

“Don’t flatter yourself that much,” Heeseung teased. 

“I have to, I’m the personality hire,” You joke. 

“No, the office would fall apart without you,” Jay chimes in, having joined the kitchen group at some point. 

“Now I feel left out,” Jake pouts. “I’m getting FOMO.”

“From our absolutely riveting desk jobs? Please,” You scoff. 

For a moment, Jake feels embarrassed, desperately wanting to impress you, but before he can linger, you’re already laughing about some smart remark from Heeseung. He admires your ability to so easily flit through the conversation, and he hangs on every word coming from your mouth, like the refrain of a melody he wants to hear again. 

“So what do you Jake?” “Oh nothing exciting—“

“He’s an astrophysicist,” Jay butts in and your jaw drops. 

“Okay, so you’re like smart smart.” Instantly, Jake feels the heat rise in his cheeks. “Not really,” he mumbles. “It’s cool though.” 

“Jake was always cooped up in the lab in college, he was scouted by multiple research groups right out of graduation,” Heeseung chimed in with a clap on his friend’s back. 

“Guys stop!” Jake protested. “I’m too embarrassed now!”

Jake covers his face with his free hand, and you throw your head back and laugh, joyous as a little kid. 

“Okay, okay, I’m gonna go mingle some more, but it was great to meet you Jake!” And Jake desperately wants to stop you, but of course he can’t stop you at a party, he can’t be creepy to his friends’ coworker. 

***

The moment you leave the kitchen, your heart is pounding. You definitely were not on the prowl for anyone tonight in your camp sweater and peppermint schnapps coursing in your veins. Jake. He was practically tripping over his own words, so dorky, so sweet—and clearly smart. God knows he wasn’t your type—you had an issue with picking…problems so to speak. But Jake—no. He was your coworkers’, your friends’ friend. He was off limits. You find yourself trying to mingle with the crowd, but the booze keeps bringing you back to Jake, or maybe his smile and the soft mop of curling hair on his head. 

Jake found himself pestering his friends for more information, to the point where they were about to punch him, stopped only by the fact that his persistence golden retriever energy made it impossible to actually be mad at him, and it was actually quite endearing.

“So how long have you been working with her again?” “It’s been like 9 months,” Heeseung responded, nibbling on the head of a Santa cookie. 

“Okay and…has she mentioned a boyfriend, girlfriend, fiancee, spouse, longstanding situationship that’s absolutely sucking the life out of her?” 

“Dude,” Jay groaned. 

“I think I’m asking perfectly reasonable questions!” Jake protested. There was a moment of silence as Jay and Heeseung rolled their eyes. “So…that’s a no on a situationship?” Jake prodded. 

“JAKE!” Heeseung and Jay both chided in harmony. 

“Just go talk to her,” Jay said with a playful nudge. 

“I completely froze up when she was here. I don’t even know what to say,” Jake whined. 

“You’re a big boy, you’ll figure it out,” Heeseung said with a hearty clap on his back. “Now please get out of my kitchen before you eat all the snacks meant for all guests.” Jake pouted and shuffled out of the kitchen, trying to place you in the crowded living room. 

There. He spotted you in the corner, nursing a red solo cup while making small talk with another group of people. 

“Just talk to her Sim,” Jake muttered under his breath. 

“Jake!” His focus was shattered as somebody tackled him in a bear hug. 

“Ricky!” Jake grinned at the younger boy on his shoulders and before he knew it, he had been wrapped up in another conversation. He was antsy the whole time, casting sideways glances, trying to find you and your ever weaving penguins in the crowd. 

***

The party was dying down, and Jake had barely had another chance to talk to you—and it was really starting to irk him. Every time he was about to make a move, somebody either captured your attention, or somebody else came up to him. And god, had Michael Buble always been that irritating? The more the party went on, the more his sultry Christmas baritone began to grate against Jake.  At some point, he knew, he had to call it quits. When it was almost midnight, he decided he had to give up, even if he knew he’d regret it later. The stars didn’t seem to want to align on this one. 

Jake started to weave his way down the hall towards the bathroom, where to his surprise, there you were. Y/N. Somehow looking even cuter than the last time he saw you, and both of you probably drunker too. 

“Y/N!” He exclaimed, delighted. You looked up, startled, and then flashed a smile. 

“Jake! What’s up dude!” He internally winced at the dude. How could he have been friendzoned so quickly? 

“Um. You know. Just…gonna go take a piss I guess?” He said awkwardly. 

“Oh! Cool!” And you also kicked yourself at the awkward answer.  

“So. Y/N. Do you have a partner?” “Beg pardon?”

Jake immediately turned beet red. 

“Like…a boyfriend, girlfriend, companion of nonbinary origin?”

“Nonbinary origin? Like did I pull them from a fucking crater on Mars?”

“N-no! No! God no!” Jake put his head in his hands. “I am just trying to make conversation, and I’m failing so badly at that.” You stare at the boy quizzically, and start bubble up in laughter. 

“You sure are something Jake.” 

“I’ll do us all a favor and kill myself,” he groaned. 

“No that’ll be awkward. I do have to see Hee and Jay on Monday.”  

Jake made an indiscernible sound. 

“I’m painfully single. By the way.” 

“Huh?”

“I do not have a boyfriend, girlfriend, Mars Rover, or otherwise nonbinary partner. I am, chronically, painfully, single.” Immediately, Jake perked up. “Oh! Yeah me too!” 

“You sound proud of it.” 

“Are you hellbent on embarrassing me?”

“Maybe. It’s fun.” 

Jake looks up and there’s a wicked smirk on your face. He really wants to wipe it off your lips, preferably with his lips. Too bad there’s no mistletoe around. The bathroom door swung open and you waved at him. 

“See you around Jakey!” And you slipped inside, leaving him floored and most possibly, hopelessly in love.

[meaningofaeons]

Hi, how are you?? I hope that you're doing good. May I request how the HSR boys (Mainly Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, Gepard, Sampo and Caelus, if you want to add more it's ok) would react to their s/o doing something embarrassing?? I remember one time where I was out with my friends and out of nowhere I tripped and fell to the floor, my bubble tea just exploded under my chest and everyone was looking 💀 my friends split into two groups, the ones actually worried and the other ones who were just laughing, one even fell into some bushes because they couldn't stand properly 🧍‍♂️I hope it makes sense, rather than seeing it as something bad, maybe make it funny(?

sorry for my bad english🗿🥑💖

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ klutz

⊹ character(s) - gepard landau, jing yuan, sampo koski ⊹ word count - 938 ⊹ notes - gn!reader, fluff, reader is kind of a klutz, all just cute stuff lmfao

hi anon! don't apologize, your english is very good! I actually only do 3 characters per req so I just went with these 3, hope that's okay! feel free to send in another req for dan heng if you'd like!! (I don't write for caelus im srry </3) thank you for the req and I hope you're doing well too! (=^･ｪ･^=))ﾉ彡☆

⊹ Gepard Landau

You can't tell me that Gepard isn't the kind to completely freak out if something like that happened to you

He's quite protective, so even if you're unharmed, something embarrassing happening for you like tripping is cause for concern for the boy!!!

"Oh my god! Y/N, are you okay?! Here, let me help you..."

It's a little awkward sometimes only because if you try to laugh it off, Gepard is totally adamant that you have nothing to feel awkward or embarrassed about

"This kind of thing happens to everyone. Please don't apologize!"

On the other hand, if it's something not involving potential bodily harm, I still don't think he'd laugh at you

At least, not too much

Gepard is the kind to be 100% sure you're okay before he even thinks of laughing at the situation

But in scenarios where you trip or possibly get hurt, he forgets the whole "laugh" part.

Still, if you were to do something like wave at someone who you thought was waving at you on accident (and they were actually waving at someone behind you) he'd... probably let a small chuckle slip.

It's even more embarrassing than bombastic laughter, arguably, because he's trying to hide it but it's so evident that he's amused

Would treat you to your favorite snack afterwards though as an apology!

He definitely gets worried that you're actually mad when he lets a small giggle slip, but you never are

"Y/N? Come on, I didn't mean to... I'm sorry!"

Let him trail after you a bit longer, it's cute to see him acting like an obedient puppy

⊹ Jing Yuan

Jing Yuan is the dignified General of the Cloud Knights. As such, he knows how to keep his composure.

Most of the time.

Truth be told, as much as the man is dedicated to his job and public appearance, he doesn't really feel like a cold, distant General. Even in public, but especially not in close quarters.

He's amicable, he smiles, he greets his people

But the first time anyone outside of the Seat of Divine Foresight had ever seen Jing Yuan laugh out loud was because of you.

When you stumbled into a pond in the gardens of the Central Starskiff Haven, your lovely boyfriend had barked one single, obvious cackle.

He was quick to politely put a hand over his mouth, but as your head popped up from the water, you had scowled.

There was an obvious smirk on his lips as he helped you out.

It had caught the attention of the (few, but still present) people nearby, so the two of you were quick to make your exit, your face burning red

Now, no matter how much he says it, Jing Yuan doesn't really feel sorry after...

Unless you really lay it on with the dramatics on how much it "upset" you.

Get this man to dote on you, because he totally will

Spoiling you rotten afterwards in exchange for genuine, pure laughter? Sign the General up!

He'll start off with gifts and treats, but if you keep up the façade, he'll eventually just start putting his hands all over you and hanging off your shoulder with overexaggerated theatrics.

"I do wish my dear Y/N would forgive this old man already... I didn't mean a thing by it..."

Don't leave him hanging too long, though—he will get too clingy trying to "earn your forgiveness" and no work will get done that day.

⊹ Sampo Koski

Let's not kid ourselves, Sampo's bursting out laughing the second you topple over

I dare say this guy is even whipping out his phone to take pictures of your blunder like the little shit he is.

Don't worry, though—those photos will never reach the eyes of others. They're for him to giggle at when he's taking a break from his work, or sit in bed and coo over how cute you were pouting at him for his tearful chuckles.

Sampo is sort of the opposite of Gepard in this scenario

If you trip or do something that could've led to unlikely harm, he's still laughing his ass off at you first

Only if you're actually hurt will he calm down and help you out, but it's always superficial wounds so he's still wiping the tears from his own eyes when he bandages your wounds

Oh, he's so smarmy when you get upset though.

"Aww, is my sweetheart mad? I'm sowwy!"

Baby voice to the max, clasping his hands together like a repentant maiden, it's hard to discern which is more embarrassing—your accident or his behavior after.

He's teasing you about it for weeks after.

Again, the pictures he takes of the incidents (if he deems them funny enough) are for his eyes only, but the story is not for his ears only

Everyone in Boulder Town hears about the incident before the week ends. I feel bad for you, poor reader...

Especially right after, if you get "upset" with him, he'll be pinching your cheeks and cooing over you

He turns up the "act like a little old lady crooning over a cute youngster" act to the maximum too, which can be annoying, but it can also turn your embarrassment into amusement and laughter

Honestly, most of the time when he's treating you like that after a blunder, it's because he wants you to see the humor in it too

Doesn't want you to be hard on yourself for doing something kinda embarrassing—happens to the best of us!

Still, make him treat you afterwards. He'll do it eventually, you just have to get through the annoying antics first.

[kimmberleeex]

Runaway

NSFW 18+, DNI if you are a minor! TW: smut content, sex, sexual content, depictions of gory situations.

Authors note: this was a suggested theme that I asked people in a FB group I’m in for writing prompts. My dear friend wanted to see the reader help Eddie hide from Jason and his buddies where…romance ensues. 🥰 if you’d like to see any ideas written, send me a DM. I love flexing my creative muscles.

The title is totally inspired by Bon Jovi’s “Runaway”, attached for your listening pleasure. Enjoy! 🥰

If someone told you a week ago, that you’d be helping hide Eddie “the Freak” Munson from your basketball friends, you would have laughed in their face. Asked them what kind of drugs they were taking. Maybe suggest that they stop buying them off of Eddie. You were a cheerleader, right hand girl to the late cheer captain, Chrissy Cunningham. Eddie was a freak, an outsider that no one understood.

The basketball team couldn’t stand him, he was vermin to them — something that needed to be squashed and he definitely always had a target on his back. A lot of the girls on the cheer squad would pretend to be scared of him, but you had heard some of the stories from a few that had slept with him. They had sworn you to secrecy, and at the time, the idea repulsed you — even if there was just a hint of curiosity in the back of your mind.

Within the halls of Hawkins High, Eddie would politely bow and smile at you, but being the cheerleader and popular mean girl that you were, you would turn your nose up at him. Sneer as a venomous insult would leave your lips while you shoved past him.

And then Chrissy died. The town was in absolute chaos and teenagers were winding up dead left and right it was starting to seem. When Jason suggested that it had to be Eddie and his devil worshipping cult, it seemed like he was the most obvious suspect at the time. So, being the good popular girl that you were, you joined in on the search — scratch that, the hunting party.

Unintentionally getting separated from your search group, you were alone in the woods. The sun was slowly setting and you were very lost. Before now, you had been confident that you knew the woods like the back of your hand because you used to explore them all the time when you were a child…with Eddie. Shaking that thought out of your mind, you mumble to yourself. “That was a long time ago. He wasn’t a freak back then.” Wrapping your arms tightly around you as the warmth of spring was disappearing with the sun. When you look around, you begin to realize that you really didn’t know where you were going.

*crack* The loud sound of a twig snapping causes you to jump, then the sound of crunching leaves approaching you quickly follows. When you turn around swiftly, you practically run into a dirty, denim brick wall. Your mouth agape as your eyes travel up to meet two chocolate pools, twinkling in what was left of the sunlight, and a mop of chestnut curls that had leaves and twigs tangled in them. Eddie’s arms are up, trying to seem less threatening to you, but it’s a useless feat.

Horror sets in, this is the accused ‘slayer of teens’ and you were alone with him in the woods. Your mouth falls open to let out a blood curdling scream, but it is quickly met with Eddie’s dirty ring-clad covered hand to silence you, his other on the back of your blonde head. An intense look set deep in his eyes as worry and fear were etched on his skin with wrinkles.

Breathing heavily through your nose as a look of sheer terror flashes through your eyes while tears threaten to spill down your cheeks. Eddie’s eyes soften, taking a deep breath as he looks at you sincerely. Making an effort to keep his tone soft, even, less threatening. “I’m gonna let go of your mouth. But please, please, please don’t scream. I know you think a lot of things about me. That’s fine. But I didn’t hurt her, please believe me. I would never hurt her, or anyone else.” His eyes search yours for some semblance of understanding. “I’m gonna let go, okay?”

A small whimper escapes your lips, a few tears slowly fall onto your cheeks as well, but you manage to nod your head very shakily. Eddie’s hand slowly falls away from your face but he keeps them raised to appear more docile. “Okay, good.” He offers a warm smile to you, and for some reason it makes you feel a lot safer than you did when you were alone.

“I-If you didn’t do it, why are you hiding?” You say carefully, still a little unsure of him.

Eddie takes a shaky breath, his hands rub down his face tiredly. “If you saw what I saw, you’d run too, because I promise you sweetheart— no one would believe you. Especially being in my shoes.” He gestures to himself, your eyebrows knit together as you process what he’s saying, but something in your gut believes him.

“Try me.” You steady your nerves, trying to appear more confident as you look up at him.

In the distance, you can hear twigs snapping, distant shouts of your name as the basketball squad is attempting to find you. “Shit, shit, shit…” Eddie mutters as he gives you a panicked look. “Listen, sweetheart. I’d love to sit here and chit chat, but I gotta go. You’re more than welcome to come with me and I’ll tell you what happened. But I would understand if you just want to wait for those laundry basket mouth breathers to come rescue you. After all, you’re a pretty cheerleader and I’m just a freak that’s being hunted.” The corner of his mouth turns up into a crooked grin, his dimple defined as he puts his hand on his chest.

Looking back and forth between him, and where the shouting is coming from. Debating on what you wanted to do, Eddie’s growing a little antsy as he starts to take off in the opposite direction of the noise. Watching him brush past you, you turn towards him. “Eddie, wait. I want to come with you.” Your voice is unsure, very meek, and barely above a whisper.

Offering a smirk to you, before holding out his hand to help guide you over a fallen tree stump. “Well, come on toots if you’re coming, I’m not sticking around to find out if they’re gonna be as sweet as you are.”

Jason and the rest of the squad’s shouting is rapidly approaching, this was a pivotal moment in your life where everything was going to change. You could feel it in your bones, but something in Eddie’s eyes was pulling you towards him. Taking his hand, you climb over the fallen tree and take off running. Much like you did when you two were kids.

Eddie navigates you two through the thick woods until you get to Skull Rock. Scoffing quietly, with a judgmental look on your face — that mean girl attitude still in full swing. Your arms cross over your Hawkins High Cheer jacket and tuck into your sides. Then your hip pops out with so much attitude, it almost made Eddie laugh. Pursing his lips together to compose himself for a moment before he leans back against the rock (and yes, it resembled a skull — hence the name). Crossing his arms over his chest in a mocking stance as he looks you up and down. “Have any better ideas, Princess?” There’s a teasing edge to his tone and you couldn’t stop the eye roll that you made at him if you tried.

“I’m just saying, freak, for someone on the run…this isn’t the best place to hide, ESPECIALLY from the basketball team.” Shaking your head, part of you still wonders why the hell you would be here in the first place. That valley girl within you desperately telling you to turn him in. Lost in thought from your internal struggle, Eddie has closed the distance between you. Waving his hand in front of your face, pulling you out of your thoughts with a slight jump as he startles you.

Shrieking quietly, you slap his shoulder hard. “Damnit, Eddie! Don’t do that.”

He pretends it hurts as he rubs his shoulder, his face scrunched up in faux pain. It fades into a smile that still dazzles off of the moonlight since the sun has finally set. “Just making sure you weren’t going to do that freaky shit that I’ve been seeing lately.” He said softly before gathering some twigs and brush.

Tilting your head to the side, your curiosity gets the best of you. “What are you doing?”

Eddie lets out a loud sigh as he continues gathering, looking back at you like you’re dense. “Well, I just thought these sticks looked really cool so I wanted to collect them.” He snorts as he continues. “What the hell does it look like I’m doing, sweetheart? I’m making a fire.” He turns his back to you, kneeling down on the ground just in front of the Skull Rock opening. He clears some space before building the fire.

“Do you think that’s the best idea when we don’t want anyone to know where we are?” A little sneer can still be heard in your voice and Eddie just chortles briefly.

“You know, I may have been held back twice. But you, sweetheart, have no common sense in that pretty little head of yours. Do you?” Hearing the smugness in his tone made your skin crawl.

“Really? Insulting me?” Letting out a sharp laugh as the venom seeps out of your mouth and into your words. “That’s really funny, freak. Considering I know where you’re hiding. Who’s to say I won’t go tell everyone where the killer is hiding out?”

Eddie finally gets the fire started, flicking his Zippo shut with the flick of his wrist. He stokes it with a stick to make sure it catches before he stands up slowly, turning to face you. The fire illuminating behind him in a way that is almost menacing, the shadows on his face define his jaw, his eyes piercing through you as he slowly comes towards you. Subconsciously, you begin backing away from him and he backs you up against a tree. Jumping slightly once you feel the bark against your skin, your breath grows heavier in fear as he crowds you.

“Darling, don’t you think if I was really a killer, it would be pretty stupid to tell me that you’re turning me in?” The breath escapes from your lungs as the back of his knuckles graze against your cheek, a pathetic whimper emits from your lips. But his touch sends electric shocks straight to your belly, making your thighs clench together. His other palm is pressed against the tree trunk right beside your face. Eddie looks down when you shift slightly, a wolfish grin on his face. “My, my, I think you like this. Don’t you, pretty girl?” His voice is dark, lustful, and rough.

His hand travels down to your neck, ghosting lightly over the column of your throat. When he leans in closer, his lips inching towards yours, your heart was racing with anticipation. Already feeling a dampness forming in your panties as you kept your thighs clenched tightly together. Just when you think he’s going to kiss you, he pulls away. Pushing off of the tree as he turns to head back towards the fire, cackling as he held his stomach.

Anger and embarrassment settle in your belly as your cheeks flush to match. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Stomping towards him, you smack him in the back of the head before you sit as far away from him as possible. Crossing your legs and arms as you turn away from him. Shivering slightly as you realize now that a skirt, light jacket and tank top probably wasn’t the best thing to wear with the unpredictable weather Indiana had this time of year.

Eddie sighs and comes over, already taking his leather jacket and vest off to put around your shoulders. He sits next to you on the rock that you were perched on. “Sorry, Y/N. That was uncalled for.” Eddie shoves his shoulder into yours playfully. “We used to be close.” He hesitates before he continues. “I’m just an idiot and thought I could tease you. That probably wasn’t my finest idea.” He chuckles awkwardly.

Sighing as your anger settles, the smell of his cologne and the cigarettes he smokes were dulling your senses. Watching the flames of the fire dance and intertwine together so you didn’t have to look at his face, you then begin to speak softly to him. “You said no one would believe you. What happened?”

Eddie takes a sharp breath and exhales shakily. “Yeah, it’s not pleasant. Pretty gory stuff, sweetheart. And you have to keep an open mind, because I know it’s going to sound crazy. I wouldn’t believe it if I didn’t see it with my own eyes. And if my friends didn’t tell me that they’ve dealt with similar shit before.” You jump slightly as he reaches into his denim vest for his smokes and lighter. “Relax, I won’t put my dirty paws on you. You’re safe with me, promise.” Putting his hand over his heart to amplify his vow.

Nodding gently as you turn to look at him, putting your hand on his arm. “Tell me.” A soft whisper leaves your lips.

Eddie dangles his smoke between his lips, shielding it from the wind with his hands as his thumb strikes the flint wheel of his Zippo, igniting a flame that he holds to the end of his cigarette. Inhaling until the end is glowing red before he flicks his wrist, the metallic click of his lighter flipping shut sounds louder than it should. He takes a few puffs of it, inhaling the smoke and slowly exhaling through his nose. The smoke begins swirling and dancing around in the night air.

Leaning over slightly to hug his knees, Eddie’s voice is trembling slightly as he exhales a shaky breath before he begins retelling the night that Chrissy died. “Open mind, remember?” He waits for your nod before continuing. “Chrissy came to me to buy drugs. I know. Sounds absurd, right? Perfect Chrissy Cunningham, Queen of Hawkins High, coming to Eddie “the freak” Munson to buy,” he pauses and gasps audibly for dramatics, waving his arms around. “Drugs. Completely unbelievable, right? Well at first, I’m thinking she’s just trying to score some pot for that stupid after party for that dumb game. But I’m telling you, doll. She was scared, on edge. I thought she was already on harder shit, but something…rather someone was scaring her, showing her shit that made her feel like she was losing her mind.”

Eddie’s fingers twitched as he ashed his cigarette and then takes another drag of it before continuing. “She wanted something harder, she wanted Special K. She was desperate to escape whatever he was making her see.” You shift uncomfortably on the rock as you listen to him, unsure if you believe him as he continues his tale. “We had to go back to my place to get it, and no, before you say anything. I wasn’t on any funny business. I just had it stashed away ‘cause I don’t like to carry that shit on me. But while I was grabbing it from my room, I came back out to Chrissy standing in the middle of my living room…she looked like she was in this…trance. Her eyes were rolling back into her head, my lights were flickering. I was trying to wake her up. Begging her to wake up.” You watched Eddie’s face, his voice was trembling and his eyes were glassy with unshed tears. He closed his eyes tightly before he continued. “That’s when something lifted her into the air, and her bones started to snap. It was like something was inside of her head pulling her eyes in…” he gestured to his eyes as he shuddered at the memory. “I didn’t know what to do, so I ran. And I left her there. I didn’t know what to do...”

His voice trailed off into a whisper, thick with emotion as a couple tears fell down his cheeks. You didn’t want to believe him, but there was so much serious sincerity in his voice that your gut told you to trust him. Hooking your arm around his and interlacing your fingers between his you rub his forearm with your free hand. “I don’t know why, but I believe you. I might not understand it. But I believe you, Eddie.”

Eddie turns his face towards yours, his fingers curling in to hold your hand back, squeezing gently. “Trust me, you don’t want to understand it, sweetheart.” His voice was barely above a whisper, genuine fear in his eyes.

This time, you’re the first to break the eye contact. There’s a flutter in your belly that’s making you nervous, which you detest. Hearing Eddie inhale his smoke again, his hand tightens slightly around yours and you realize that neither one of you had flinched away from the contact.

“You know Y/N, we used to be so close. Whatever happened?” His voice was soft, distant like he was lost in thought.

Sighing softly while laying your head on his shoulder, which he gladly welcomes. “I don’t know, Eddie. We grew up, I became a cheerleader and you…” Your voice trails off as you try to think of a way to say it delicately.

“Became a freak?” He whispers, but there’s a steel edge to his voice.

Immediately, years of bullying him and hurling insults at him were bubbling up in your guts. Regret and guilt just pumping through you. “Eddie, I am so sorry…”

Eddie finally lets go of your hand, holding his hands up. “It’s all good, Y/N. I’m a social pariah, I get it. I don’t want to conform and that makes me an easy target. And running in my circle also puts you in the sights of those muscle headed jackasses. Why put a giant target on your back when you can just wear that cute little cheer uniform and sleep with them instead?” He smirks at his teasing remark, his elbow poking into your side gently.

Rolling your eyes in disgust, you look away from him. A tightness forming in your throat that you were hoping you could mask. “Don’t be gross, fucking asshole.” Crossing your legs tighter together, blush creeping up into your cheeks in embarrassment as you were reminded that you were as pure as they come. Aside from kissing Eddie that one summer afternoon at Skull Rock, the summer before high school, and a couple of different boyfriends that you’d had through out high school. You were a Virgin, with a capital V. Sure, a couple of the boys that you dated had tried but were very shamefully denied. They were too embarrassed to admit defeat and instead they told their friends that they slept with you. And you were too embarrassed to deny the rumors, it just helped fuel your popularity.

Eddie watched your body language, realizing that he had upset you. His hand grabs your shoulder gently, but you shrug him and his jacket off while you stomp away. He watches as it slides off onto the boulder that you left him on and then his eyes follow you. You lean against the rock with your back turned to him, arms crossed over your chest to shield your insecurities.

“Hey,” he says gently. “I was just joking, I wasn’t trying to offend you.” You were still keeping yourself turned away from him, but he quickly comes around in front of you. Leaning his shoulder against the rock, catching you when you try to turn away from him again. That’s when he notices your tears building up in your waterline, threatening to spill over onto your flushed cheeks. It pulls at Eddie’s heart to know he made you feel that way. “Doll, don’t cry. I know you’re a classy lady…” he leans closer to whisper to you. “I have kissed you, in case you have forgotten. So I remember just how much of a classy lady that you are.” Another gentle smirk, making you laugh tearfully at the memory. It was awkward and quick — clashing teeth and practically headbutting each other. He was 16 and you had just turned 14, it was just your first kiss over with. Then, when school started, you both went your separate ways.

Laughing causes a tear to spill onto your cheek, which Eddie instantly is pressing his warm palm against it, his thumb brushing it away as it falls. He inspects your face carefully. “Wait, why would my comment upset you this much? I mean, it’s not like you’re still a virgin.”

When your face scrunches at the word, a dawn of realization washes over Eddie. His eyes wide and his mouth drops, you pinch your eyes closed. “Eddie, I swear to god, don’t you even dare. Because I will beat you to a bloody pulp.” Your eyes slowly open and Eddie just has this shit eating grin on his face, it makes your stomach churn.

“Not judging, dollface.” His arms once again raised in surrender. “Just more so surprised, especially when I had heard some delicious rumors about what a little sex kitten you are.” A slight giggle leaves his lips as you smack his arm harder than you had earlier. In between his giggles as he slowly calms down. “Sorry, sorry. I’ll stop. But seriously, why?”

“None of your business, you dick.” You mumble as you turn so your back is against the rock. But Eddie is already in front of you again and he’s so uncomfortably close. His palm is resting on the rock next to your head. Feeling your breath catch in your throat as he stares at you intensely.

“Do those boys just not do it for you, baby?” The pads of his rough fingertips ghost over your cheek, brushing your hair behind your ear. Starting on your thigh as his fingers ghost over your skin, inching towards the hem of your skirt, threatening to slip under it. “Maybe you need someone to show you how it’s really done, make you feel real good. Take care of your needs without worrying about their own.” His lips are pressed against your ear, his hot breath fanning over your skin.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, and there was a fire roaring in your belly that no one had ever lit before. Knowing he was right made it that much worse, part of you always secretly pined for Eddie. But popularity became more important to you, and when the guys you dated tried to take it further…you just couldn’t make yourself because they weren’t him. That kiss all those years ago lit a fire that never fully went out, and then you let your social standing outweigh how you felt.

The real fire that he had started was starting to go out. Eddie smirks at you before pulling away to turn on his heel so that he could go add more wood to the fire. Letting out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding, your heart was still thundering in your ears. Eddie turns to look back at you, that smugness still in his tone with a wolfish grin on his face to match. “Yeah, I bet you hate that I’m right.”

He fully expected a bratty, snide comment but when you were silently chewing your lip instead, he finally straightened up. That famous Munson grin twisting on his mouth, making your belly do a somersault. Looking down to avoid his gaze, you suddenly felt so damn exposed it made you uncomfortable.

Eddie saunters back over to you, lifting your chin up with his finger and thumb to force your gaze back to him. Blushing furiously as you stared at his lips, your cunt was aching for his attention and you hated yourself for it. The damp spot growing in your panties as your arousal pooled there.

“I’m right, aren’t I baby?” His grin not faltering as he continues where he left off, fingers ghosting over your thighs. When you don’t swat him away, he pushes a little further. Pressing his knee between your legs, keeping them spread apart for him. The heat radiating from your core can be felt by the skin exposed in the tattered knee of his jeans.

Not trusting yourself to speak, so you just stare at him and hope he makes the first move. Eddie just leans closer, so achingly close, his body nearly flush with yours. Your breath was growing heavier, his lips nearly ghosting over yours. When you try to close the distance, Eddie leans back with a devilish smirk on his lips. “Now c’mon, babygirl. Just tell me the words I want to hear. And I’ll give you what you want…” His fingers dancing along the hem of your skirt, his touch growing bolder as he continues to tease you.

A whimper leaves your lips, causing Eddie’s cock to twitch in his pants. While his crotch is pressed against your thigh, he groans softly. “Eddie, you’re right.” You whisper, your cheeks hot as hell. “Please.” Somehow your voice is even softer, barely a whisper.

“Thank fucking god, about time…” he whispers back as he presses his lips against yours feverishly. His hand sliding up under your skirt, his fingers sliding along your clothed slit. His moan vibrated off of your lips as he feels the growing wet spot on the delicate fabric of your panties. His touch feels electric, making every nerve ending buzz with excitement as you hum appreciatively against his mouth.

His tongue traces the seam of your lips, his teeth nipping your bottom lip, causing you to groan softly. Naturally, both of your lips part and your tongues begin to dance and explore the other’s mouth. Breathy moans bouncing back and forth from each other’s throats like a game of tennis. When he slides his hand down your panties to press more firmly against your clit, you practically jump. Mewling softly for him as the rough pad of his finger swirls around your swollen bud. He breaks your kiss, his breath a little heavy as he admires how you’re reacting to his touch.

While he continues to swirl his finger around your bundle of nerves, he takes his free hand and unzips your cheer jacket. Your full breasts hardly contained by your tank top. A low growl emits from Eddie’s throat as your hardened peaks are exposed through the thin fabric of your top. The chill of the wind combined with your arousal making them stick out with ease.

Eddie continues his ministrations on your clit, keeping a slow and steady but firm pace. He leans down into the crook of your neck, placing wet kisses on the column of your throat. When he finds your pulse point, he sucks on it gently which makes your knees buckle. His free arm catching you and keeping you upright. Then, his teeth slightly dig into where he was sucking on your sensitive skin. This causes a rather pornographic moan to echo a little in the darkness.

Embarrassing yourself as you cover your mouth, Eddie lifts his head with his brows furrowed. Taking his free hand to remove your hand from your mouth. “No, I wanna hear those pretty moans, baby. Lemme hear you.” His free hand pins your wrist against the rock, the hand in your panties slides in further. His middle finger teasing your slick folds before inching slowly inside, making you gasp and writhe beneath him. He groans into your neck, his cock throbbing against your thigh as your pussy slowly sucked his finger inside of its tightness.

“Goddamn, sweetheart. You are so fuckin’ tight.” He moans and continues. “Just picturing you wrapped around my cock is enough to make me cream my jeans.” Slowly he slides his finger in and out, allowing you to adjust to him before he curls his middle finger upwards — reaching a spot within you that not even you knew how to reach. Breathy moans stringing from your lips as he continues to kiss along your neck. His voice is shaky and husky with need. “Jesus, Princess. Please, can I fuck you?”

Looking around trying to find a clean place to lay down, seemingly out of breath from the pleasure he was giving you. “W-where would we?”

Eddie’s finger slowly pulls out of you, making you whimper at the loss. He chuckles softly, before he caresses your cheek. “Well, I know this isn’t the most ideal place to lose your V-card, baby. But hey, at least you would have had two firsts here.” He playfully winks at you with a smirk, making you blush at the fond memory you two shared.

“Fuck you, Eddie.” Rolling your eyes with a smirk on your lips.

“Well, I’m trying to, Princess. But you’re afraid to get a little dirty.” There’s a dark gleam in his eye with a wolfish grin on his face as he continues teasing you. It makes you blush furiously. When you smack his arm again, he chuckles. “Okay, we can lay our jackets down?” He suggests as he retrieves his jacket from boulder they sat on before. Laying it down and bowing in a gentlemanly fashion, making you giggle.

Walking over to him, you slowly slide your jacket off of your shoulders and hand it to him. He smirks and lays it down above where he laid his. He helps you lay down, his hand on the back of your head as you lay against your jacket. Suddenly, you burst out in giggles. Tilting his head to the side as he looks down at you, a curious look on his face. “What’s so funny, babygirl?” He playfully pokes you in your side.

Trying to stifle your giggle, you look up at him. “Just saying it’s really ironic, because right now it probably looks like you have me out in the woods to perform a ritualistic sacrifice, ya know, ‘cause I’m a virgin.” Your giggle dies off as his face grows more serious.

“Who says that’s not what I’m doing?” His face is still serious as he leans closer. Flashing his teeth at you in a menacing way. But once he gets close enough to you, he starts laughing hard, holding his sides as he completely loses his shit. “You should have seen your face.”

The back of your hand instinctively flies up and hits his stomach, making him grunt softly. “Hey play nice. You know I can’t help but tease you, doll.” He smirks at you.

You’re still pouting when he positions himself over top of you, he leans down and kisses you deeply. His tongue tracing along your bottom lip before slipping inside, you can hear him fumbling with his belt buckle as he eventually gets his cock sprung free. He hikes your skirt up, his hand roaming over your thighs momentarily before he hooks his finger into your panties and pulls them to the side. “God, that’s a pretty pussy. If we were in a more comfortable spot, I’d have so much fun worshiping it.” His compliment and the thought of what he was saying causes the blood rise to your face, causing your skin to flush.

“Relax, baby.” He coos softly. That’s when you finally look down and see how big he is. Your eyes widen with nervousness as he struggled to get his finger in there, you couldn’t imagine how much it may hurt to stuff that in there. His free hand is still rubbing your thigh to help you relax. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m going to go nice and slow. I promise, baby, just relax and let me make you feel good.”

Taking a deep breath, you nod slowly. “Okay, I trust you.”

He smiles warmly at you. Keeping your panties hooked over to the side with his finger, his free hand helps guide his thick tip to your slick folds. Biting his lip as he rubs it up down your wet slit. When it rubs against your clit, a moan unwillingly escapes your lips. “That’s it baby…” He continues to rub against it, trying to get you ready for him. Looking down at his cock, he spits onto the tip, rubbing it around to get it wet before he pushes against your tight entrance, groaning at the resistance he feels.

Using one of the free fingers that wasn’t hooked into your panties, he rubs around your swollen bud. Relaxing you further and allowing him to slowly slip his cock into your wet folds. Eddie breathes out through clenched teeth as he slowly sinks himself into you, inching in and allowing your pussy to get used to his thickness. His eyes are on your face, looking for any discomfort as he bottoms out inside of you.

The sensation of him stretching you burns a little but it doesn’t hurt. “I-I’m okay, keep going.” Offering a nervous smile up at him, he leans down and kisses you softly. He slowly begins to thrust his hips, wanting to go easy on you until you warm up to him. Everytime he slides back into you, makes you moan loudly as he brushes against your g-spot. The muscles in your walls clamping down on him in response.

Eddie’s hips falter, as he breathes through clenched teeth. “S-shit, doll. You’re too tight to do that to me. Want you to cum first.” His free hand is roaming your body as one keeps him elevated above you, allowing him to thrust inward and upwards in a dipping motion to hit all the best spots within you. Your moans echoing his as he fucks towards both of your release. When his hand brings your thigh up around his waist and he thrusts even deeper than you knew possible, you let out a little scream.

His hips stutter again, his eyes a little wide with concern. “You okay?” He breathes out.

“Yes, please don’t stop.” You breathe out with a whine.

He grins, his hips continue to snap against yours as he thrusts a little harder. “Yes, ma’am.” The groaning he’s doing as he feels you clench around him is so hot. “Keep your leg here, doll. I need my hand.” He lets go of your leg on his waist and moves to your clit. His finger swirls around the slick bundle of nerves as he continues to ram into your tight heat. The rhythm is starting to become overwhelming, your back arches as a tightness in your belly begins to form. That fire is absolutely raging within you.

“O-oh, God…Eddie…” you whimper out in between your breathy moans.

Eddie continues his ministrations as he coaxes you, sounding breathless as he moans. “That’s it, baby. Good girl, let go for me. I got you.” Your body shudders at his praise, his finger pressing more firmly against your clit as it circles around it. His hips pumping faster into your throbbing core.

And then it happens — a heat radiates from within your belly and warms your entire body, that tightness feels like it has snapped as wave after wave of pleasure rocks through your body. Your moans echoing in the darkness as they grow louder, your eyes pinched shut as the pleasure overwhelms you.

Eddie’s grunting loudly as he feels your walls gripping him tightly, he is trying to breathe through it and starts to pull out when you put your hand on his arm. “Issokay, Eddie. Want all of you.” Is all you can manage to breathe out. And as soon as the last word leaves your lips, Eddie’s body shudders. He moans loudly, you can feel his cock pulsing inside of you. Coating your walls and filling you entirely. Your body throbbing with his and milking him for every drop.

He collapses on top of you, while both of you are trying to catch your breath. Eddie’s head is buried in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily against your skin as his cock softens inside of you. He slowly slips out of you, and sits up on his knees. Grinning down at you, his chest is still heaving while it’s trying to regain the air in his lungs. He stuffs his soft dick back into his jeans and buttons them.

When he lays down next to you again, you both lay on your side and face each other. His fingers rake through your hair, brushing it out of your face. “At least I’m a better kisser now, right?” He teases and you can’t help but giggle. Burying your face into his chest and wrapping your arm around his waist. He smiles and leans his cheek against the top of your head, his arms wrapping around you and holding you close to him.

“I really missed you, Y/N.” He speaks softly into your hair. “When you came to high school my junior year, I didn’t think things would change like that . I dunno, I guess I thought you’d wanna be my girlfriend instead of my friend.” He pauses, swallowing hard as he opens up to you. “And then you avoided me like the black plague and turned into one of them. You weren’t my little bunny anymore.” Hearing his old nickname for you made your heart ache.

Pulling back to look at him, emotion was welling up in your eyes. That tightness was returning as you swallow the ball forming in your throat and caress his cheek. “I’m so sorry, I let the idea of popularity consume me. You’re right. I became someone that I’m not. I should have never abandoned you like that. I will never forgive myself.”

Eddie pushes his forehead against yours, brushing his nose with yours — the bunny kisses the two of you used to do before you finally let him actually kiss you. “I forgive you. How can I stay mad at my pretty bunny?” He smiles before kissing you softly.

Something felt so right about this moment. No longer were you enemies, no longer were you friends. There was something more there, just like there always had been. You were just too stubborn to see it. But in this moment? Where you’re wrapped in Eddie’s arms while laying on the ground in the woods? It all seemed crystal clear now, like spending years being blind and then one day you can finally see. You were in love with Eddie, and you have been all of these years. Now that you were reconnected, you’d spend every day trying to make up for lost time. You’d go with him anywhere, do anything to protect him and clear his name. Even if it meant marching head first into the unknown.

[thewillowtree3]

Korrasami Secret Santa 2023!! ;DD!!

Hi, Korrasami fam!! We're back!! ;D!!

We're doing Korrasami Secret Santa for 2023!! (Sike, I did not copy this part from Korrasami Secret Secret 2022, but the rest I will LOOL). 6 years and kicking, babey, let's go ;DD!!

The rules are the same:

Korrasami creators will be able to gift one another with Secret Santa gifts. Whether it be fics, art, videos, animations…the fun’s all there! (It doesn’t have to be holiday-themed! It can be whatever you want :)

The Process:

This Secret Santa exchange will be done through drawnames.com, which is a Secret Santa Name Generator. You’ll need your email for this, and you can message me it directly on Tumblr (I’ll gather everyone’s names up, and put them into the generator when it’s time to draw names.)

The due date to sign up is 11:59 PM Nov 30, 2023 PDT (I’d like everyone to have ample time to do their Secret Santa gifts). :)

Most likely, you’ll need to make an account on drawnames.com (you don’t need to, but it’s recommended.  When you get to writing your Wish List on there, under ‘Hobbies and Interests’, make two different lists: One for ‘Fic Requests’, the other for ‘Art Requests’. If a writer draws your name, you’ll have a suggestion for what you want them to write. If an artist draws your name, they’ll have an idea of what to create! (Also, originally, this project only had fanfic and fanart- but if anyone can contribute any other talents, that’d be swell!)

Example: Fic Request- I want Korra and Asami cuddling at home with a fireplace!

Art Request: I want Korrasami going otter-penguin sledding!

The fic and art requests can be the same, or they can be different. Please limit it to one, or if you can’t choose, then two options. You can also note things that you don’t want (i.e. No smut or NSFW work!). You can be as specific as you wish.

Also, everyone else! We recognize that there may be people in the fandom who don’t create content, but still want to contribute! @lamftw​ came up with these great ideas four years ago, if you’d still like to participate in the Secret Santa. You can:

Create Korrasami memes! The more memes, the better :)

Share your favorite Korrasami headcanons! We’d love to hear them.

Share your favorite artwork/fanfic!

Share your favorite moment from LoK or share how much Korrasami means to you.

Create Korrasami memes, write a sweet holiday message/ note of appreciation :)

Also, we can all show some love to our favorite creators, to Bryke, Janet Varney, and Seychelle Gabriel (the voice of Korra and Asami, respectively). :)

When everyone has signed up, I’ll put all the names into the Secret Santa Name Generator. You should get an email, asking you to join the Secret Santa exchange. Just click ‘Join Group’, and you’re good! Once everyone has joined, the names will then be drawn, and you’ll get your chosen individual (you’ll get an email for this too). Please remember to check your email on Dec 1; we cannot draw names unless everyone has joined the Secret Santa group!

The reveal will be on Dec 19, 2023 (the 9th Korrasami Anniversary ;DD). Post your work on Tumblr, and tag the person you got, so they’ll know what lovely work they got! Also, please tag ‘Korrasami Secret Santa’ so we can save these posts for the future :).

Please note that if you sign up, you HAVE to commit to making something. This is open to all creators, of any skill level, but please please make something if you sign up. You don’t wanna leave anyone hanging!

Last note- remember to message me on Tumblr and give me your email. That’s the way to sign up! :)

Let's freaking go, y'all! LET'S MAKE THIS A GOOD ONE!! ;DDDD!!

Spread this to all your creator friends! LET'S GO FAM!! ;DD!!

6 YEARS IN A ROW!! LEGGO!! ;DDDD!!

Note- 11/27: Hey y’all, I’ve been shadowbanned recently LOL. Idk when Tumblr will unban me and give me my account back so ;__;. Because I’ve been shadowbanned, I cannot see any messages about the Korrasami Secret Santa :((. If I don’t get my account back before Nov 30th, I’ll just have to postpone the event and make a new date for it/prolong the posting date. I’ll keep y’all updated ;__;.

Note-11/28: Y’all, I just found out- Y’ALL CAN SEND IN ASKS!! I can still see them!! ;DDDD!! So if you still wanna join, please send me an ask with your email. I’ll still be prolonging the join/posting date if I don’t get my account back before Nov 30th, but this is a solution in the meantime!! :33

[tqmies]

First of all congratulations on your 1k 💕 Can I request for your event . Haechan + Enemies to lovers or fake dating ( up to you ) + prompt 2

Bet | Lee Haechan

Part of Tqmies 1K Event!

Enemies to lovers & fake dating au, 2. “Why are you mad?” “I’m not mad, I just think you can choose better people to kiss.” wc: 1.1k Note: i love haechan, i love that my followers love haechan too, now come here so i can give you a big smooch. & thank you <3

"No way." Haechan says, standing firm. "I won't do it."

"I'll pay you a hundred bucks."

"When do I start?"

"Wait, wait!" You interrupt, putting your hands between the two boys. One being Haechan, and the other being your best friend Mark. "I haven't even said anything yet."

"You don't need to baby." Haechan smirks, before swooning dramtically. "I know you're dying for a chance at me."

"I actually hate you." You deadpan but are ignored.

"Hate and love," Haechan sighs. "Such a thin line of difference, both feelings are so intense that you must get them confused."

"Get a load of Shakespeare over here." Jeno remarks, and you laugh.

"Quiet," Haechan bites back.

Mark looks over at you. "So what'll it be? Will you help me?"

Every bone in your body wants to refuse. But Mark's your best friend, and you sigh, knowing he would do it for you if you ever asked.

It just happened to be your luck that Haechan and you were the only free ones in your group. And single, meaning you'd have to pair up with Haechan. Well, Jeno was too but he was tied up for the night due to some baseball practice.

That left you and Haechan as the only ones able to attend this double blind date with Mark as support. And in all honesty, you thought his worry was stupid.

"Why do you need us to go again?" You ask, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"It'd help me feel less nervous! And you guys are the only one's not busy tonight so-"

You sigh, "Whatever Mark, I'll do it."

"Oh thank goodness," Mark deflates. "I was so worried."

"Not doing this for you, I'm doing this for the check!" You elaborate, though Mark knows you're lying, curse your weakness for your best friend.

..

"Remember, you met in high school, Haechan confessed senior year and you’ve been together ever since.” Mark repeats, as you all sit in his car. He’s ran through the scenario like a teacher in front of pre-school children.

But you nod. "Got it."

"Yeah I got it after the first twelve times." Haechan crosses his arms as he wave's Mark off. "We'll be fine, you worry about your date, and let me worry about this freak over here."

"Oh shut up!" You retort. "You're lucky to even pretend you're on a date with someone like me."

Haechan scoffs, "Okay, if that makes you feel better."

As you open your mouth to speak, Mark stops you both, warning. "Guys, you two aren't acting like you're dating right now.."

"Haechan just can't admit that I'd be an amazing date."

"Sure, I bet being with me will be the best date you've been on."

"Bet?" You raise a brow. "You're on."

"Oh no, please no." Mark mutters to himself as you and Haechan exit the car. He might've bit off more than he could chew, you guys making bets was never good, ever the competitive ones.

Yet, he can say as the night progresses, that he's pleasantly surprised with you two's behavior. Of course, he's paying most attention to his date, but if he didn't notice then she definitely didn't.

You two are the most convincing fake couple ever, minus you two actually hating each others guts. Mark assumes its all fueled by competition, trying to butter the other up to get them to admit they'd be a good date. From the way Haechan pulled out your chair, to the way you diligently complimented his food choices, inflating his already huge ego.

And as weird as it feels, Mark has to admit he likes to see his two closest friends even getting along, but he really can’t complain.

“You two are adorable.” His date points out, and it’s the first time you’ve really looked at her tonight. Her eyes meet yours and something in her lights up. “Wait, I know you!”

You agree, though you can’t remember from where.

Unfortunately, she fills in the blanks for you. “You kissed Lee Jeno at that party a few weeks ago!“

Silence looms over the table as you can only hear the chattering of patrons around you.

You remember now, she must’ve been one the party goers at the recent frat party Jeno dragged you to. No one else wanted to go with him so he grabbed you off your couch on a Saturday and made you party with him.

It had ended in the two of you drunkenly making out on the frats couch, to which you had promised to never say a word about again.

"Oh yeah?" Haechan speaks up, shooting you a glare as he grits his teeth. "That's funny considering I mentioned we've been together for years."

Mark wants to die.

You laugh nervously, as the girl beside you two widens her eyes. "It was during our um.. break!"

Nice save, Mark thinks but then Haechan speaks up. "I don't remember us having a break."

The smile falls off of your face. "We broke up for during that one weekend, remember?"

"Oh my gosh, I must have the wrong girl. It probably wasn't you, no worries." Mark's date speaks as she tries to ease the tension.

"No need to lie." Haechan replies, raising his brows. Then he just shrugs, going back to his food. "I did a lot of things while we were on break too."

Mark wants to die, again.

Also, when the hell had you kissed Jeno? Like for real, that had actually happened?

You just quietly go back to your food, noting how the other couple's face's are hot red, Mark likely too scared to say anything. At least Haechan didn't rat you two out, though you're sure Mark's date knows now.

The rest of the date goes on pretty silently, save for small chatter from around you and the occasional comment from Mark.

You and Haechan exit the restaurant first, hoping Mark would gain the courage to ask his date on a second one, seeing as it seemed they got along pretty well despite the incident.

As soon as you're out of ear-shot, Haechan turns to you while crossing his arms. "You're the worst fake partner ever!"

"Me?" You ask, pointing into his chest. "I had the situation handled, and here you come with the 'we weren't on break!' Like would it have killed you to just agree?!"

"Whatever, I don't care." He responds, turning away from you.

Though you notice he seems bothered. "Jeno and I were drunk, if you're upset at him not telling you. it's not a big deal, I barely even remember."

"Why would I be upset?" He mocks.

"I don't know? You seem bothered!"

"Maybe I am."

You throw your hands up. "Well, why are you mad?"

He smirks at seeing you riled up. “I’m not mad, I just think you can choose better people to kiss.”

"Really, yeah?" You ridicule. "Like who? You?"

"Yeah." He says, nonchalantly. "Bet I'm a better kisser than him anyways."

"You bet?" You smirk.

"I bet, now wanna find out?"

[relatableblorbopoll]

Round 1 of preliminaries, group 14

The first two places get a place on the bracket

Little reminder: there will be 2 more rounds of preliminaries, the losing blorbos of this poll still have 2 chances of getting in the official bracket

Propaganda under the cut

Oz Vessalius (Pandora Hearts)

"Struggles with self-worth, adores books, ADHD (though that’s not canon—but he fits the diagnostic criteria), his strongest/most important relationships are platonic"

Sound (My School President)

"Lonely gay teenager who tries to be cool and sauve but gets adopted against his will by a group of losers and then falls for one of the losers who gets on his nerves a lot because he was nice to him once and then he gets all awkward and flustered around the boy and tries to avoid him and antagonize him but the boy sees through it and they eventually end up together and he becomes the most annoying person in love ever"

Luz Noceda (The Owl House)

"adhd. possibly some autism too. a weird girl who got outcasted by being herself and sure has some WACK coping mechanisms to deal with it. self worth is IN THE DRAIN. gnc and not straight. writes fanfic. artist. goes through a depression era when at her moms house. loves her mom also. this is canon stuff i'm saying"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA she is so ASDHSUJD. Okay I started watching the owl house because I knew there was a WLW couple, so obviously I had to check it out. But upon watching the show, I got so emotionally connected to it, or moreso the protagonist, Luz, that it could go beyond some people's understandings... I remember that almost any scene showing her neurodivergent traits would hit SO. CLOSE. HOME. It would be unbelievable. I literally rewatched the show more than seventeen times one summer. She is just so goshdarn relatable man. She's the weird kid, has no friends, loves making anime edits, is OBSESSED with a book series, loves witches and magic and stuff, has ADHD, an attention span that is so high when she's engaging with something she likes doing and so low when she's bored. She's just so lovely. I know a lot of people found her annoying in season one but she hit close home to me. Season two was amazing as well and she started getting even MORE relatable!! She started showing her people pleasing, how much she blames herself, it was so sad but I was glad to see a character I could relate to so much on screen. I mean i personally didn't experience the loss of my father and I personally do have one friend whom I'm able to share my life with, but she's still super relatable. She can be so silly and so cool. And her impulsivity and the way she realized she doesn't know what she wants to do when she grows up also hit close home. Mwah"

Gundham Tanaka (Super Danganronpa 2)

"Goth autistic theater kid"

Saiki Kusuo (Saiki Kusuo no Psi Nan/The Disastrous Life of Saiki K)

"He's very dead inside, especially in the English Dub, and introverted. But even so, he cares a lot for his friends, even if he never says it to them and he finds them annoying most of the times. He also be nosey and just insert himself into others' situations that don't involve him (obviously, he makes it so that nobody knows he's there and, obviously, he's also complaining about this all the time). He's canonically aroace, or at least aroace spec He's canonically trans. He was born as a girl but he didn't like it so he immediately turned himself into a boy with his psychic powers. An argument could be made about him being on the autism spectrum."

Drew (The Music Freaks)

"I don't like him actually I hate him and love him st the same time in fact but. This man is so real and such a horrible jerkwad to everyone around him. I mean I can't relate to THAT but I should mention he also gets jelous easily, he is in love with his best friend who does not like him back, he's all moody and grouchy and bratty. And so am I and I hate it lol."

[catholic-character-tournament]

Round 1 - Side A

Propaganda below ⬇️

Abuelita Alma Madrigal Propaganda:

There's a church in the Encanto as well as a priest and given how strong her grip is and how much of a control freak she is, I would very much doubt she'd allow people to believe in other miracles than Pedro's if she wasn't, herself catholic. Also I mean south american turn of the century family they're probably catholic.

Listen at least Alma is!!! The candle!! The importance of the church!!! The vibes are just there!!!! The idea of being a savior by sacrificing yourself (or at least your personality/grief) for your people? That’s SO catholic coded PLEASE

Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler Propaganda:

good lord where do i start. in the animated series he converts logan to catholisism and then fucks off basically thats the main thing he did there. i think one time they tried to make him a demon to explain how he looked but everyone hated that. he sold his soul one time to help his friends out after he died. he and logan have a weird little gay thing. he was a priest one time but he was made a priest by a fake bishop from a religion that hates mutants iirc so he just wasnt a priest. like 3 people have written him in a way i like and one of those is my friend just talking about how they view him.

wow marvel loves making catholic characters dress/look like demons

Kurt is a mutant who was born to mystique who looks a LOT like a devil (technically is half one but that cannon truth isn't real go back to bed), his mother dropped him off a cliff when he was born and he was picked up by a Romani group/circus (fuck old comics man) however he then narrowly escaped being sold to a freak show and found himself in a small German town. There he met a kind priest, who showed him God, and he quickly grew attached to the idea- However, it wasn't long before people began labeling him a demon and soon the whole town was against him with pitchforks and fire. Cornered and injured, Kurt thought this might be the end for him- maybe he would see heaven so long after finding it- but he was then saved by Charles Xavier who invited him to the X-Men. AND ITS BEEN SO MANY YEARS AND HE HAS BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH THERE. SO MUCH. SO GOD DAMN MUCH. BUT THE MOST AAAA THING TO ME CONCERNING HIS FAITH HE WHEN HE LITERALLY DIED AND WENT TO HEAVEN BUT THEN BECAUSE OF DRAMA WITH HIS FATHER HAD TO BRING HIS FRIENDS IN WITH HIM FROM THE BEYOND. THEN WITH ALOT OF TROUBLE THEY FOUGHT HIS FATHER AND THE ONLY WAY KURT SAW TO STOP HIM WAS IN A MOVE THAT STRIPPED THEM BOTH OF THEIR SOULS AND PUT THEM BACK ON EARTH. SO KURT CANONICALLY HAS NOW LOST HIS ABILITY FOR ETERNAL PEACE, LOST HIS VERY SOUL, TO SAVE PEOPLE- AND ALSO TOLD NO ONE NOT EVEN HIS GAY LOVER WOLVERINE.

Nightcrawler is a mutant vigilante who looks like a classical demon. He can't even go to church without people panicking and trying to exorcize him. Despite it all, he's so full of faith and hope and compassion, and he wants to believe the best of everyone. Also, he's bffs with an extremely angry Jewish sword lesbian. That has nothing to do with anything, but it's important to me that you all know that.

What if you were a devout christian and literally looked like the devil? He nearly became the pope, which was a plot by some supervillains that also involved faking a rapture? There is nothing like comics I swear to god.

A catholic who is half demon I don’t think I can better explain a struggle than that. But his character is so relatable to people who feel unwelcome with their congregation because of something that is a part of them but still feeling a connection to the faith. Kurt actively engaged in his faith and shares how his faith helps him through all the things he has faced in life and how he found a home with those of the church who leave the judging to God.

so they made kurt a priest briefly before deciding to retcon it, resulting in nightcrawler actually being part of a plan by villains to promote him to pope then reveal to the world that the pope is a demon. wild.

I have a side blog and a tattoo about him and i really really want him to win

Wisecracking devil-appearing devout Catholic with the Best superpower (teleportation)? HECK YES

German Catholic circus acrobat who looks like a demon & can teleport through a hellish alternate dimension with a puff of sulfur. Character of all time.

hes catholic and his dad is the devil. what could be funnier than that. also hes my silly little guy.

Nightcrawler is the world’s most fun catholic priest. I first was introduced to this kindhearted teleporting acrobat while he saved a boat full of stowaway refugees from inter dimensional pirates with swashbuckling gusto!

[jade-kyo]

RvB 20th rewatch: s12

Aaaagahhahhsjshaj the mid point to the end…. Fucking agony

I never noticed the cabose written in bullet holes on the wall. Nice reference.

“I AM FUCKING AWESOME” that single moment made me fall in love with Felix…. Yeah that didn’t last

“Yay I have friends!” Me too Caboose

“You’re oddballs that don’t exactly fit in” I feel like the Chorus trilogy is just a love letter to what these characters represent to… well people like me who found comfort in a group of loser assholes finding strength and connection in each other

There is a warthog that is absolutely freaking out in the background AGDKHAKSHS

AYO Ray and Michael cameo!!!

SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER

Grif’s mental breakdown

Hmmmm thinking about Locus and Felix not being able to return to normal life after the war…

AAAAAHHHH THEIR STRENGTH IS THEIR IDIOCY

I do feel that sometimes they overuse animation in this season… I think animation should be reserved strictly for the most necessary and funniest of bits and bad ass action scenes

Caboose gets to be the one with a good bad idea!!!!

WHY SNOWMAN

DR GRAY!!!!!! MY BELOVED

It really was a big brain move to make the feds actually not evil at all and kinda just as pathetic as the rebels

HOLY SHIT HES BILINGUAL PLEASE DONT KILL ME

“You give meaning to meaningless objects and meaningless people and then risk your lives to protect them, where’s the sense in that” I’m telling you this arc is a love letter to what this show means

Gray is unhinged- she fits right in!

Bro just got incinerated

FELIX YOU RAT BASTARD

I felt so betrayed- in hindsight I really should’ve seen it coming but I thought Felix was funny

Yo I never actually caught that Locus hands the grenade to Carolina- for some reason I always thought she just had a grenade on her

CAROLINA BABYGIRL!!!!!!!

YOU FUCK!!!!! (Just so we’re clear that was an absolutely necessary animated bit 👍🏼)

AAAAHHHH EPSILON AND CAROLINA MY BELOVED AHSKHAKSHSKHSKSH

THEYRE SO SILLY

DELTA!!!!!!

THETA!!!!!

I love the fragments ajkdhakshksh

“Just you and me sis” I AM SO NORAML ALANSKLA IA AMANA SNORNSMNSK JAKAHSNLAJANKSJSKSHWKBSKSNKSHWKSHMSK

PSYCHOANALYSIS FOR EVERYONE!!!!!

Love that Caboose is the only one who didn’t do something to the ship

I AM AN EMOTIONAL TIME BOMB Jesus Christ

“I believe he said he was paid in babies”

Lopez a real one for being the only one to remember Doc

Love the conversation between grimmons back at the crash site. nuance about Simmons and leadership or something… if you catch what I mean… Restoration (what who said that)

“MY LIFE JUST FLASHED BEFORE MY EYES!! IT WAS AWESOME!!!” Quoted line

AAAAAHHHHHHH TUCKER AND WASH!!!!!!!!

Dr. Gray my beloved

TUCKER CABOOSE MOMENT!!!

Wash was pretty dumb to just accept Freckles without question but also I never questioned it either so I can’t exactly judge

CABOOSE MY BELOVED AHAJSJAKDHKSJSKDN

SO SHUT UP AND GET OVER IT!!! Caboose finally gets to be the one to tell someone to shut up!!!!!

“Just say you’re sorry” agskahkshskjsksAJGDKAHSKHDKSGSKVDKDJKSN THEY CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER SO MUCH

CHURCH TUCKER MY BELOVED!!!!!

“Seriously? That’s it, no ‘I’m sorry’ nothing?” Carolina I feel you but also if these guys weren’t completely emotionally constipated at all times I probably wouldn’t love them as much

Also Tucker and Church’s little moment of poking fun at Carolina is so cute omg

Trocadero you are truly something to behold

TUCKER YOU ARE THE BEST OF THEM!!!!!!!

Imagine if Tucker and Church had also gotten caught in Locus and Felix’s teleporter… wouldn’t that have sucked please god I already have a big fic I’m planning I don’t need another

COLONEL SARGE

Why is Carolina so damn BIG next the chairman in that picture ajhdkahsj

P.S. suck our balls

Being completely honest I do think s12 is a little bit of the weak link in the chorus trilogy. It’s not bad but I just find more enjoyment in s11 and s13 but it is possibly Tucker at his best GOD I love him… anyway, pain 🙂

[driverlando]

hi sasha!! okay so this is difficult omg. why is describing urself so hard??

i’m a big pop girl. love pop and rnb. a little dad rock why not. especially female soloists and male groups? love bey/rih/britney and bts/1d/5sos. obviously more as well.

i consider myself an ambivert - prefer to be inside but i apparently thrive being out. i love reading. i’m on my second degree which is hell but i guess that means i’m studious?

i like people to match my energy. i’m very bouncy does that make sense? my closest friends just let me be me and i love that. wouldn’t really vibe with someone super indoors i think. i love steak 😭 my absolutely fav meal. i have a cat and i adore her sm. she’s so cute. i honestly don’t know what to add? i’m shit at these.

but im so happy for u for reaching 2k!! so proud!! and it’s really exciting!! ahhh!!! <33

— jayde / @ham1lton

ohhh yeah it’s so hard describing yourself lol, literally every person that sent this in has said that 😂 thank you babe!! appreciate it 💘

Oh you and Lando would be so good and chaotic (but in a fun way) together. I feel like he’d match your outgoing and bouncy energy (he’d match your freak babe ‼️) he’d be up there with you on any and every adventure, doing the most out of pocket funny shit because hey, where’s the fun in being “boring” right? I can imagine your car rides together, just blasting music and singing your hearts out, you’d definitely get a few stares but lando would just shrug them off and start singing even louder. I feel like he’d specialise in making steak for you, he’d make it just how you like it and put so much effort in it for you. also your cat would love him (maybe scratch him up at first but slowly but surely begin really liking him lol, please can we just imagine cat dad lando, that’s everything to me) 😪🥹

[lostyetfinding]

Sweet Moment

idol Bang Chan x afab journalist

Prompt: Stray kids is on tour, meaning that Chris' girlfriend is frustrated and lonely. Chris only makes it worse when he sends her a song and some promises of what he will do once he gets home.

Word Count: 9.4K

Song: Sweet Moment by Mackenzy Mackay

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MDNI this is a explicit story

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Tags: unprotected sex (wrap it please), sex, oral sex, vaginal sex, fingering, soft dom Bang Chan, pet names (princess, baby, babe), praise kink, hint of a plot, plot what plot, demisexual main character

Quick note: The female main character in this is demisexual. This was not my intention but it happened because my stories take lives of their own. This is not a depiction of every demisexual person's experience, because being demi means different things for different people. This is a depiction of how I experience demisexuality and also how it has impacted my life. Again, this does not mean it is the same for other people who call themselves demi.

I hated the long months of their tours, I know I should be happy that my boyfriend gets to spend months performing and living his best life. 

And a part of me does. 

But a larger part of me is angry about the separation. Angry about the space in my bed without him or the growing leftovers in my fridge because I always order for two even if he isn’t here. Furious about the way I turn to laugh at a funny moment on our show and he isn’t there. And occasionally angry at the fact that no matter how much his voice over the phone turns me on and how good my vibrator feels inside of me, none of the orgasms leave me satisfied.

But most of all, angry at the way my life has slowly morphed around his. At how a mere week without the stupid insomniac that is my boyfriend, I feel like I am missing an arm.

I always prided myself on my independence. In my need for nothing other than the family I had built for myself and the life I had worked so hard to earn. 

Then came Christopher. 

He invaded my life so slowly, I hadn’t even realized I wanted romance. I had spent so long content with my friends and my work and my neverending list of hobbies. And then my editor had called me up, and asked for me to do a feature piece on some artists.

It wasn’t my first. I worked for a lifestyle magazine in the features department for the gods sakes. I had interviewed Halsey when she was working on her album and documentary “ If I Can’t Have Love, I Want Power,” about three years ago. My editor had freaked, because instead of asking about Halsey’s influences or her writing process I had asked to go to a day of filming with her. I had turned in an article about how Halsey felt pregnancy was impacting her life, how it changed her perspective, and how she was feeling better than she had in years. We talked about baby colors and names, lyrical choices and parenting philosophies. I wrote about a woman, not an artist.

That was the beginning. Once my article was published, I was given more artist features. I was asked to write about the music industry, and then actors, and then came KPOP.

After all, I lived in South Korea. Just because I wrote for an International magazine based in California did not mean I wanted to remain in America. (I enjoyed traveling and living somewhere far away from my family.) So my editor sent me KPOP groups to interview. 

First, it was BTS, right before they enlisted. BTS were kind, they wanted to tell me how much they missed normalcy, and how excited they were to stay in one place for a while. They said they loved tours and work, but sometimes they missed the routine of a normal life. 

Then came ITZY and discussions of trying to set themselves apart in a male-dominated industry. That article talked about inherent sexism in not just Korean music but music everywhere. So my editor sent me to talk to Solar from MAMAMOO. She had a lot to say about the sexism she had faced and how all the aspects of her life were controlled for so long.

Of course, all of that led me to Stray Kids. And damn Christopher. 

All of Stray Kids were shocked when I walked in, a very white-American-looking woman with bright pink hair and tattoos peeking out of my shirt collar and sleeve. They all introduced themselves in English and smiled. But when I whipped out my worn-in Korean, they all simultaneously stared and relaxed. 

I laughed at their initial shock, explaining I worked for an international lifestyle magazine and grew up in the middle-of-nowhere-America but had been living in Seoul for about four years while traveling for work. When we sat down, they all started talking at once. It was a mix of Korean and English and nerves.

Chris had seen my hesitance and confusion. He slowed them all down and took control, turning to me with that charming smile and asked what I wanted to know. Looking back, that was the beginning of the end of my sweet little bubble.

Because once Bang Chan smiled at me with his eyes wide and welcoming, well that carefully curated bubble of comfort burst. 

He made a whole new one, building it from the ground up with enough space for him and his entire world of chaos. And I was helpless.

Not that I wanted to stop him, more like I didn’t even know what to do in the face of his compassion. I was utterly perplexed by his seemingly endless patience and how he always seemed to know what I needed before I did.

In a year he went from my interview subject to a notification on my phone I never wanted to disappear, to my boyfriend, to my live-in-partner in just about everything. His albums and vinyl fit right in on my endless bookshelves, his jackets and band t-shirts mixing in with my closet of nonsensical outfits. 

My two cats loved him too, quickly choosing his fancy-ass chair in the little studio we made him as their favorite nap spot. Especially if he was sitting there. My home office moved to the living room, where I had a view of the city and sunlight on my face. A choice that somehow made me more productive despite my hesitance, but Chris had known. Somehow he had known that moving me out from the windowless small second bedroom in my apartment to the spacious and open living room would make me less stressed.

He also made a space for himself with my friends. Quickly melding himself into the weird amalgamation of a family I had forged with artists, writers, and cafe baristas. He was an enthusiastic participant in our weekly game nights and helped cook for our monthly ‘family dinners’. Chris had charmed all of them the same way he charmed me.

So now, now when he was busy halfway around the world standing on a stage in front of thousands of screaming fans, I was left missing him. And I felt that anger was the most productive emotion in this situation. 

If I let myself feel that space around me that he usually filled, I would grow sad. I would lay in bed, with one of his black hoodies on and pulled over my nose. I would douse the apartment in the cologne he left behind. I would put his songs on repeat just to fill the silence with a small piece of him out of desperation.

But if I told myself I was angry, I could do something about it. I could go to the gym on the bottom floor of my building and hit the bag he had requested. A gym he had to show me despite this being my building before his. And boxing the way he had taught me, he had suggested it to help bring the edge off my anxiety. If I told myself I was angry, I could tease him about the distance, sending him risque photos and making myself all pretty to go out with friends. I could live my life knowing that he wasn’t there. 

But at the end of every day, I had to admit to myself it wasn’t real. I was never angry with Chris. With Bang Chan, or Stray Kids, or his career, or his distance. I was just clinging to a feeling of frustration to cope. Because despite my pride in my independence, I depended on him. And that was the most infuriating thing.

Ding!

The sound of a notification on my phone made me look up from the steaming cup of coffee I had been staring down into for far too long.

Damn, Christopher.

Always distracting me even when he wasn’t here.

I smiled as I reached for my phone. Mentally teasing Chris for his goddamn persistence even in my imagination.

The notification on my phone made my smile grow even wider.

Chris: Hey princess

Me: Hey babe, how are you?

       I miss you… 🥺

Chris: I know baby, but we are only a week away from being home

      I miss you way too much, the guys are complaining about how much I talk about you

Me: well at least I am not suffering alone

      How was the show last night?

Chris: It was amazing!

      But that is not why I am texting

Me: so you aren’t just trying to make me jealous by telling me how much fun you are having without me? 

Christ: I offered for you to come with us

Me: I know

Chris: but no...

      I wanted to send you a song I have been working on

Me: Have you been sleeping? Do I need to text Changbin?

Chris: Baby! I have been sleeping I promise!

      But this song was screaming in my head, I had to make it

      And it’s for you 😘

Me: for me?

Chris: Yes, you, my girlfriend of almost two years

      The woman I am desperately in love with

      My favorite person in the world

Me: you are trying to make up for being thousands of miles away with sweet talking me?

Chris: yes, is it working? 🫣

Me: hmmmmm… 🙄

      Give me the song and I shall see

Chris: of course, love 

      Here it is

[link.todownloadfile.clickhere]

      Tell me what you think? 😉

Me: HOLD ON

      WHY THE WINKING EMOJI?!?!?

      CHRISTOPHER?!!?

      WHAT DID YOU WRITE?!?!?

      You little….

I shake my head at the screen, his little icon letting me know he has read the messages and is deciding to not respond.

I grab my coffee and head to his studio, where the state-of-the-art sound system is. 

If I am going to listen to a song my boyfriend wrote for me, it better be using his expensive equipment so it’s of the best quality. 

So I wake up the monitor and put in the password. Some stupid phrase that is an inside joke between him and his sister. I hook my phone up to the computer, downloading the file onto my phone and transferring it to the computer. 

I open it and the file opens up in the media player, just a black screen with a bar and a play button. 

I double-check that the system is hooked up and on, making sure the speakers have their lights on. Then I press play.

And Chris is a fucking musical genius.

And I wish I could hate him.

But the first note has his voice coming through the speakers and I almost whine. All my false anger seeping out of me like warm water.

From the neck

I’ll be licking that down

With a face

Looking like u might pounce

Any second

I been thinking bout it loads out loud

Can I Kiss you on the hips

It takes me until halfway through the first verse to actually pay attention, my eyes widening as I realize what he is singing about. The initial instinct to curl up and rest at the sound of his voice quickly washed away with a growing arousal.

Show you tricks with the mouth

I just wanna see you for a sweet moment

Yes I been away and now I’m back I’m all in

And your bed wouldn’t stop calling

My name.

never could be too late

Lay down

I go down and you shake

Your legs are trembling

You rain, you doused me

You came and you found these

Ways

Just To show me how much you like it

And Waves

My thighs start to clench as I stare at the monitor. As if it holds the answer to how the hell I ended up here.

Crashing upon all over my lips

Say

Oh would you look what the time is

Silence is so far away

Never will I get used

To how you make me feel

Much too nice and it seeems Fake

Yeah you got this head way over these heels

His words rush through my veins, like lightning. I feel breathless and also like I am breathing too much. Interrupting the music with an unnecessary sound.

Got me So high on you I can barely see straight

Now we on the bed sheets

All wet so sweaty

Like yes please

Breath on my skin so heavy

I’m dreaming how can I

Be awake?

never could be too late

Lay down

I go down and you shake

The beat pulses through me. The deep sound vibrates the speakers and also my body.

Your legs are trembling

You rain, you doused me

You came and you found these

Ways

Just To show me how much you like it

And Waves

Crashing upon all over my lips

Say

Oh would you look what the time is

Silence is so far away

All these ways

Just To show me how much you like it

And Waves

Crashing upon all over my lips

Say

Oh would you look what the time is

Silence is so far away

So far away from being quiet I know

And the Silence is miles from here I’ll slow this

Time as I ride the waves you can’t hold in

The sight from my point of view is soo

golden

Soaking me

Drench me with sweetness

Volume increasing, you feel it

Oh you’re quite a tease when your

Looking this appealing

All these sweet moments

When the song comes to an end I sit there in a shocked silence. Unable to think. Or speak.

I only pull together enough strength to hit play again, falling back into Chris’s fancy chair that still smells like him as the song comes out of the speakers. 

My boyfriend’s voice fills the room as he sings about wanting to eat me out. Wanting to feel me come around him. Wanting to come home and spend time in my bed, our bed. 

That litte-

By the time the song ends for a second time, I lurch for my phone and hit call.

He answers in a moment, laughing as he says, “Hi baby. Did you like it?”

“Christopher…” I whisper, my eyes closed and my grip on the phone tight.

“Oh so you liked it then?” He chuckles like the demon he is.

I cannot stop the strangled whine that leaves my lips as I slouch into his chair. “Chris! This is not fair!”

“What isn’t fair, princess?” I can hear the smirk in his voice and am tempted to hang up on him just to be a brat. But then I wouldn’t be able to listen to his laugh. Or yell at him for making me horny in the middle of a Tuesday!

“You know what!” My voice is higher pitched than I would like, but Chris knows that I get whiny when I am needy. He claims he loves it. Hell, half the time he tries to get me to speechless so all I can do is whine unintelligent syllables at him.

My phone buzzes and Chris speaks, his voice lower and smooth. “Answer my video call princess.”

I do as I am told, my hand trembling a bit as I pull it away from my face and hit answer. The call converts from audio to video and I prop my phone up on his desk before slumping into his chair again.

“There is my princess,” Chris says with a smirk. He is lying on his bed with the phone hovering over his face. Swathed in warm light and barefaced, my boyfriend is more fucking beautiful than me. He makes a cooing noise as I pull his hoodie closer to my face. “Wearing my hoodie and in my chair? You missing me?”

“Needed the speakers to listen to the song,” I mumble as I blush. But I don’t dare look away from him. 

“And the hoodie?” One of his eyebrows goes up knowingly. 

I simply blink at him. Not willing to give him more ammunition against me when I am already desperate, needy, and lonely. If this were a battle, Chris had won a year ago with that first smile.

“Alright, well…you liked the new song?” He asks confidently. 

I groan and look away for a second but miss his face too much so I look back. “Christopher…I don’t know why you ask me that shit when you already know!”

“How would I know, princess? You haven’t said anything, do you hate it? I guess I should just delete the whole song right?” He teases mercilessly.

I take the bait. “Do you want me to show you?” My face is flushed and the hoodie feels both too warm and not warm enough.

Chris motions to me, not saying anything but I can see how his eyes glance down.

I lean forward to change the phone's angle before leaning back in his office chair again. But this time I wiggle the shorts and underwear I am wearing off and allow them to fall to the floor.

“Look, this is what your stupid song did,” I whine as I lift a leg over the arm of his office chair and lift up the hoodie to bunch it around my midriff. Now the camera can see all of me, from my red face to the way his hoodie devoured my body, all the way down to my wet pussy. 

Chris groans at the sight, a hand going up to brush through his hair. He bites down on his lip when I lower a hand to spread open the lips of my vulva.

“Look what you did!” I say huffily. “And you aren’t even here to take care of it.”

“Oh princess, I know. I am so sorry, I swear I would be there right now if I cou-” His voice falters when I let a finger start to circle over my clit. His eyes widen. “Fuck, baby. I miss you so much, such a good girl for me though aren’t you? Looking all pretty and wet for me?”

I nod hurriedly. Chris knows just how to press all my buttons despite my low sex drive before him. He also knows that if it isn’t with him, I don’t really enjoy anything. It’s the emotional connection to him that makes sex feel different than anything else, and while he can make me see stars with just his voice, I am always left feeling sad and alone, unsatisfied, unless he is here. With me.

“My favorite girl, want me to help you?” He asks but I shake my head. My finger continues to rub small, slow circles against the bundle of nerves. The pressure helps with the need that rushes through me.

“Need you,” I say pathetically. It makes me want to curse, or scream, or maybe just invent teleportation. 

“Fuck.” He groans and I see how his hand leaves the screen. I know he is probably about to go to bed, the simple tshirt over his chest and the damp hair meaning he finished his day. Meaning we have as long as we need. But I can’t. Not without him here. “Baby, you are so fucking hot, you know that? I want to make you feel good.”

“Need you here,” I insist, lacking the eloquence that someone with a degree in journalism should have. But he knows. We spent a long time figuring out my boundaries, and he knows that unless he is here, an orgasm is not worth my time. However, I can tease myself, get myself riled up.

His eyes close and his nostrils flare before he looks at me again. “I will be home as fast as fucking possible. That song baby? That song was a fucking promise, when I get back you aren’t leaving the damn bed until you can’t take anymore. You understand?”

I nod, my free hand coming up to grope at my chest, the action makes him groan and I can see how he shifts in bed. Probably already close to coming if I am right. I know when he is away from me Chris tries to abstain from any ‘extracurriculars’ out of solidarity for me even though I told him I don’t care. Even after I have called him to help him come more times than I can count. 

“Words, princess.” He commands.

“Y-yes Chris, I understand,” I say, trying to steady my voice.

He hums in appreciation. “Good girl, now I need you to do a few things for me okay baby? You listening?”

“Mhm” I mumble but I see the challenge in his eyes so I add on a “Yes, listening.”

“Good girl, need you to lift that hoodie for me, show me my pretty princess making herself feel good okay?” Chris tells me. I do as told, stopping my motions to raise the hoodie over my head and bunch it up behind my neck, this way my arms can still be in his hoodie, but my whole body is on display for him. He moans as I settle back down and raise my other leg over the arm of the chair. I am all spread out and on display for him in his hoodie and his office. 

I can hear the sounds of slick skin movie on skin from his end of the call. He must be speeding up.

“Alright baby, now touch yourself again, nice and slow, show me how wet you are.” 

I follow his instructions, slowly rubbing against my clit in vertical motions before going back to the slow circles. 

“Now a finger, in your pretty pussy, love, just to show me how tight you are.”

I lower my finger, teasing my pussy before dipping the finger in. I gasp and arch my back, eyes glued to the phone screen where I can see Chris breathing heavily. 

“Shit, yes, baby, fuck gonna come just looking at that,” He murmurs as a moan leaves his lips. The sound of his hand on his cock speeding up. “Want that baby? Want me to fucking come just at the sight of you all wet and needy for me?”

“Yes! Chris! Want you,” my words have left me completely. If we were being honest, I lost them halfway through his gods damned evil song. Now? I barely understood how to piece together the few syllables I did.

He grunted and I watched his eyes roll back. I heard when he came, no other sounds in the room than him breathing and the sound of cum hitting his shirt and hand. He looked at me with a dopey smile. “Fuck, such a good girl for me, my good girl. Can you do one more thing for me?”

I smiled and nodded, allowing my legs to fall back to the floor and my hands to go to the desk as I leaned forward. “What else do you want Chris?”

“Well I want you sitting on my face until you fall over from pleasure but that will have to wait.” His smile widens as my face flushes again and I scrunch my nose in fake disgust. “But for now? I need you to ask for Tuesday and Wednesday off of work. Our plane gets in at 2 pm on Tuesday and I have plans for us, as you know.”

I giggle and pick up the phone, bringing it closer to my face. “And if I told you I already asked if I can just work Monday and Tuesday morning next week?” 

Chris laughs and it makes me ache to have him here. “I would say that you are perfect. Do you want me to stay on the phone?”

“Chris, you are still in Germany, that means that while it is bed time for you it is only 10 am for me. I haven’t even started work yet because someone distracted me,” I say teasingly. 

He grumbles something I don’t understand as he rolls over in bed, my view of him shifting to see him standing and walking. If I had to guess, it would be to the bathroom to clean up the mess he just made. “Okay fine, go write something super smart for your adoring fans. But I miss you and on Tuesday I will show you just how much.”

I laugh as he stills in the bathroom, the lighting is much brighter and I can see how tired he looks. “Okay, but I am pretty sure you are the one with adoring fans. After all, they write in-depth smut about you online.”

“Hush you.” He jokes. “I love you.

“I love you too, darling. Get some sleep please?” 

He purses his lips and looks away, making me glare at the phone. “Christopher, get some sleep or I will call Felix and make him take your laptop. I will even tell him the password.” I threaten.

“Fine, fine, I will sleep. See you soon?” He says in resignation.

I smile and make an exaggerated kissy face at the phone screen. “See you soon.”

When he hangs up I am left, basically naked, in his office. And I have an entire article to write by next Monday if I want the week off to spend with him. An arduous task when one Bang Chan just made me horny.

・゜-: ✧☾　☽✧ :-゜・.

All of Tuesday morning I am glancing at the clock. On my phone, on my watch, on my laptop. Time moves too slowly for me. 

Around 11:45 Chris texts me saying they just got on the plane and he will see me soon. I groan as I realize I still have a fourth of my article to edit. I just send the piece to my editor and tell her I am out for the rest of the week. 

I trust her to make whatever changes she wants. We have been working together for about 5 years and if she thinks something needs to go she can do it. I am obviously not going to be productive today.

I close my laptop and get up, stretching as I head to the kitchen and grab the leftover Druken noodles I have in the fridge. As I eat at the kitchen counter, my eyes keep darting up to the time displayed on the oven. 

By 12:07 I am done eating. 

I throw away the takeout container and sigh, going to the couch and turning on reruns of Big Bang Theory. 

I last until about 12:53 before I get restless again. So I shit the Tv off and hook my phone up to the audio system in the apartment. I play my favorite playlist, a mix of music in about four languages I think? All of them inbetween r&b, hiphop, and pop. 

I tidy up my desk and sweep the living room, trying to force myself to focus on simple tasks instead of the fact that my boyfriend will be home in about an hour and a half. 

When I have cleaned the whole living room, scrubbed the kitchen counters, and folded all the clean laundry, it’s only 1:48. I still have 45 ish minutes before Chris gets here.

I huff out my frustration and make myself another cup of coffee before heading to the bathroom. To my giant tub, one of the few things I demanded from an apartment when I moved here. A tub big enough that it could fit 2 people and still be spacious. That was before Chris, and mostly because In liked really hot baths, I liked to go under the water completely and relax. 

Of course, after Chris entered my life I learned just how great it was to have a tub that big. But still, my favorite use was long, steaming hot, relaxing baths.

As I drank my coffee and scrolled through my phone, I allowed the tub to fill with hot water. I poured in Epsom salts halfway through, allowing them to dissolve by the time the water reached the top of the tub. 

My coffee sat on the edge as I undressed and got in, my skin turning pink in the water as I laid back and sighed. The music on the stereos played in the bathroom too, a command from my phone turning the volume in this room up as I started to shave. 

I focused on the task. Getting my legs, and then my armpits, before putting the razor to the side and allowing the water to drain from the tub. I started to refill it once the hair all went down the drain, not ready to leave the hot bathtub just yet. Instead, I laid back and scrolled through a new episode of a web comic as I drank my coffee. 

Suddenly the song that was playing stopped. 

I frowned and looked at my phone, but right as I went to switch to the app that connected the speakers to my phone, a new song started.

From the neck

I’ll be licking that down

With a face

Looking like u might pounce

This one wasn’t mine. 

It was Chris’s. 

Any second

I been thinking bout it loads out loud

Can I Kiss you on the hips

The one he sent last week, the one that got me so turned on.

The one I had refused to listed to again because I knew it was just going to get me hot and needy.

I set my mug back on the lip of the tub and my phone into the little waterproof basket. Standing up quickly as the beat builds in the song. 

I grabbed a towel and wrapped it loosely around myself as I stepped out of the tub. 

“Chris?” I call out into the apartment as I step out of the bathroom. My hair is in a messy bun, water still dripping off of me.

And there he is.

My beautiful, demonic, talented, insomniac boyfriend. Clad in grey sweatpants, a black hoodie, and a beanie over his long black hair. 

Chris is leaning against the doorway of our bedroom, as I leave the bathroom that is attached to said room. He smiles brightly as he sees me, voice low and real and here as he says, “Hi baby.”

“Chris!” I squeal and rush towards him, throwing my arms around his neck and laughing into his shoulder.

His arms are on me in seconds, one wrapping around my back and the other going to my hair, pulling it out of the messy bun and tossing the ponytail away. He cards his fingers through the pink waves and grips near the base of my neck to tug my head away from his shoulder.

His gaze flickers over my whole face, hungry. “Gods, I missed you,” is all he says before his lips are on mine.

I melt into the kiss with a whimper, my hands moving to grip his shoulders as I tilt my head back further and open my mouth to him. Chris quickly adds his tounge to the mix, sweeping into my mouth and across my lips with a hungry growl, using his hold on my hair to keep me positioned how he wants me.

I sigh into the kiss, happy to let him do whatever he wants as long as he doesn’t stop. I smile as his other hand goes from my lower back to my ass. He groans when he gets to squeeze my bare skin because the towel moves out of his way. 

He pulls away and I whine, already leaning back in, but he doesn’t let me, pulling my hair lightly to make me look at him. Chris smiles. “Hi baby, did you miss me?”

“Yes,” I say without hesitation. 

His smile gets wider and he glances up. “Remember this?” He is talking about the song that continues to play, his voice echoing through our apartment. 

I bite my bottom lip and nod.

“You remember what I said I would do when I got home?” He asks, one eyerbrow quirking up in that annoying way that he does anytime he gets cocky. 

I nod again.

Apparently it is not enough because he tugs my hair and squeezes my ass, making me gasp. “Words, princess. What did I promise you?” He asks as he leans forward to kiss behind my ear. I shiver from the featgherlight press of his lips to my skin.

“You-oh fuck, Chris,” I say quietly. My words earning me another encouraging hum from him and tug to my hair as he starts to graze his teeth over my collarbone. I take the hint, trying to piece together a full sentence. “You-you said you wanted to make me feel so good, keep going until I couldn’t take anymore.”

“Anything else?” he asks against my neck, sucking a mark into the skin. 

I whimper and nod. “Said you wanted me-fuck-wanted me on your face until I couldn’t hold myself up anymore.” Getting the words out feels like a battle.

He releases his hold on me and steps away, making me cry out at the lack of contact. But Chris simply tuts and grabs at the place where the towel is bunched up to keep it on me. “Sh, I keep my promises baby, but someone is a little too dressed. Can’t have that can we?” He asks as his tugs the fabric and lets the towel fall to the floor. As it hits the floor the song starts again. He smiles, looking me up and down. “Want me to keep the song on? Or you want me to turn on the normal playlist, princess?”

I bite my lip and have to resist the urge to cover myself up. “It can stay on…or it can be added to the normal playlist?” I suggest.

His eyes meet mine. “I love that plan. So now we are going to do what I promised okay?” I nod, reaching for him and leaning up to kiss him. He smiles and pulls away. “But first I need to change the music baby, go lay on the bed for me? All pretty and ready for me, right?”

I smile nervously. “Don’t take too long please?” I beg.

“I would never,” he whispers against my lips before pressing another passionate kiss to them. When he pulls away he groans and says, “Now be a good girl and do what I asked.”

I run a hand through my hair restlessly as I turn around and walk to our bed. I know he watches me go, can feel the way his gaze blazes onto my skin. Including when I crawl onto our bed and roll over so I can meet his gaze. 

He mumbles somthing to himself as he presses some buttons on his phone. The song switches to a playlist we made together a long time ago, songs that we both liked to use as background noise because I couldn’t handle the silence. The soft and sensual music helped me focus on him, on here, on now. 

He tossed the phone onto the dresser by the door as he walked towards the bed. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch him. He grabbed the back of his hoodie and took it off, the tshirt underneath coming with it, and both being tossed away from him.

I hummed appreciativly as I stared at the well toned muscles that flexed as he stopped in front of me on the bed. Chris liked to go to the gym for his anxiety or when he couldn’t sleep, so he worked out a lot. And I may appreciate that a lot.

His hands untied the top of his sweatpants and lowered them to the floor before he put a bare knee onto the bed and I smiled up at him.

He responded with a smile of his own, but his was much more sinister. This man was not my sweet goofy loving boyfriend. No, this man who hovered above me and grabbed my neck to connect our lips into another desperate and messy kiss was starving. He hadn’t had me in months. This Chris was hungry, and he was going to devour me. 

He started with my mouth, his tounge sweeping through and over my own. Sucking on my bottom lip and allowing his teeth to scrape over it. One of his knees came up in between my legs, pressing against my bare clit and making me moan into his mouth. Making my back arch before my entire body went lax into his hold, the only thing keeping me up was his hold on my neck that held my face up for him.

When I started to grind up against his thigh he pulled away and chuckled darkly. “Okay, okay, princess. I know, you need some release don’t you pretty girl?”

I whined as I ground myself onto him. I could feel his leg against my clit and it felt amazing, perfect, astonishing. Pick an adjective that could describe the feeling of a hot cup of coffee on a cold day or the feeling of stepping into a shower after a workout and it would describe this. “Chris,” I moaned out his name. Already so desperate.

“I know, my baby needs me. I made a promise after all,” he said as he winked at me and suddenly we were flipped. I was on top of him, my pussy pressing down on his boxers. My bare chest pressed against his as he smirked. “Time for you to sit on my face princess, can you do that?”

I nodded, but didn’t move. Instead I pressed down on the hard covered bulge in his boxers and moaned pitifully. 

He tsked and gripped my hips harshly, the sting making me gasp and arch my back. “Now now, I told you to sit on my face, be a good girl and do what you are told.”

I was helpless against his commands. The need to please him and his hands tugging me up his body moving me quickly to hover over his face. I gripped the headboard with one hand as he pulled my body down so I was mere inches away from his lips.

I could feel his breath against me and it made me shiver. Chris seemed pleased as he said, “There’s my good girl, listens so well. Tell me when you are about to come okay?”

“Yes,” I said breathily.

“Oh and baby?” Chris asked, his tone making me look down to meet his gaze from between my legs. “Remember your colors.” He smirked and pulled me down the rest of the way, lips connecting to my clit in an open-mouthed kiss that makes me cry out.

“Chris!” I practically scream as he enthusiastically laps at the wet lips of my pussy. Chris doesn’t start slow, no today he goes all in, flicking his tounge quickly over my clit before sucking it into his mouth and then diving into my tight core to drink the arousal that keeps leaking out of me.

My grip on the headboard is tight and I have no control over what comes out of my mouth. It is a constant stream of whines, gasps, whimpers, and pleading.

I make the mistake of looking down, meeting his gaze. Chris is staring up at me as he groans into my pussy, his eyes bright. It has my legs shaking, the sight of his black hair spread out across the bed and his eyes focused on mine. 

I feel dizzy with need, intoxicated by the way this man took me from restless to the brink of an orgasm in only a few minutes.

“Chris…Gonna make me cum,” I manage to gasp out and I feel his lips curve against me, his eyes crinkling as he smiles. 

He lifts my hips up a small amount to say, “I know baby.”

Then he forces me back down and focuses all his efforts on my clit, pressing quick flicks of his tounge that make me shake. Then he circles it slowly and pulls it into his mouth, sucking it in, grazing teeth against the sensitive bud lightly, before going back to attacking it with his tounge.

I feel the growing tightness in every part of my body, it starts at the base of my spine and in my clit, like a spark of unhindered pleasure. But it spreads, making every muscle in my body feel like it's on fire. My arms tense, my legs shake, my back arches, and I throw my head back.

My mouth is open but the only thing leaving my lips is pants as pleasure takes over me, my whole body freezing for a few seconds as waves of electricity pulse through me. Then it crashes, and I fall apart.

My legs give out but Chris holds me in place, still licking up everything that escapes me enthusiastically. He groans happily against me, the motion only making me shiver as I slump against the headboard and try to catch my breath.

But Chris doesn’t want me to catch my breath.

He doesn’t slow down, instead he gets impossibly faster, moaning against my skin and pushing me from the throes of one orgasm to the brink of another. My body is still quivering and the pleasure feels sharper.

When the next orgasm hits, I scream and let go of everything, falling forward completely. Chris finally slows down his motions to small little licks. He presses an open mouthed kiss to my swollen clit as he lifts me off of him and sits up.

I am barely aware of what is happening when he wraps his arms around me. Pulling me off of the headboard of our bed and sideways into his lap.

I look up at him with a smile that I intend to be content. But the way he chuckles makes me think it looks more dopey than anything else. I lift a hand to brush through his ruffled hair as I stare at the way his mouth, chin, and nose are glistening with my juices.

“Hey, there is my baby girl,” He coos at me with a sweet smile. I swear Christopher could turn anyone into an addict, the way he loves is intoxicating. It leaves me wondering how I could have ever lived without him. “I told you I would keep going until you couldn’t take anymore,” he teases.

I shake my head and tug his mouth towards mine in a wordless request. When he lowers his face closer to me, I don’t go to kiss him. Instead I lick up the remnants of me that are covering his face. My tongue tracing lines across his chin, his lips, his nose, as I clean him off.

His hold on me tightens as a low grumble reverberates through his chest. “Good girl,” he rasps out as I pull away to lick my own lips. His eyes track the motion of my tongue and he groans. “Fuck, I missed this.” 

Then his lips are against mine, his hand is intertwined with my hair and pressing me impossibly closer to him, the other hand on my back to hold me up in his lap. I smile into the kiss, allowing myself to try and tease back, letting my tounge graze over his as I moan into his mouth. I know how to make him lose control, how to ruin all his plans of just making me feel good. And the first step? Trying to escape this kiss, pulling away.

My movement makes his grip litghten on me in an instant. Then the world tilts. 

Suddenly my back is against the bed and his weight is bearing down on me deliciously. The kiss breaks only for his lips to travel down to my neck, teeth and tounge leaving lines and marks into my skin as I gasp.

My legs move to go around his waist, trying to bring myself closer to the bulge of his cock. He makes a tutting noise.

Against my skin he says, “I am not done with you yet, princess.” The words make my back arch and my core clench around nothing.

He lifts himself up, a hand going to move my legs from around him and back onto the bed, but then that hand goes to my core. Fingers slipping through the wet heat and over the swollen clit in a way that makes me let out a strangled moan.

“See?” He teases as he bites down on the skin above my collarbone, right over a tattoo I got 6 months ago of a flower. Chris likes to color the petals with reds and purples any chance he gets. “My girl still needs another orgasm before she takes me, after all she hasn’t had any for 3 months has she?”

I shake my head with a whine. “Not any good ones, not without you-Chris!” My back lifts off the bed as two fingers shove into my vagina, wet and slick with me. The stretch is harsh and stings in the most pleasant way, making me whimper and wrap my arms around his shoulders, holding on for dear life.

“Exactly, need to make up for months without me,” Chris growls out as he starts a fast pace. His fingers diving into me, every brush of them against the tight muscle of my entrance making me gasp at the delightful ache. He can tell when the pain starts to fade, when I start to adjust to his fingers, because I start to slow my breathing and my eyes slam shut. His voice is mocking when he asks, “Does my girl need more? Greedy little pussy not full enough yet?” He punctuates his words by curling his fingers upwards and brushing against the inner walls of my pussy, making me want to squirm. 

But he doesn’t give me another finger, only lifts himself up to smirk at me. I look up at him with hazy eyes and realize what he wants. He won’t give me more until I ask, and I can feel how the two fingers angled upwards inside of me just start to stroke the fires inside of me. The flames demand more.

So do I. “Chris, please, need more, need you,” I gasp out as I try to grind against his hand. We both know fingers in me is not enough to make me come, only enough to get me hot and bothered.

He chuckles and pulls his fingers out entirely. “As you wish,” he whispers before thrusting three back into my clenching core. 

I cry out and hear the sound of squelching coming from where he now stretches my entrance. The ache and sharp stretch that I adore coming back to feed the fire inside me. His pace is methodical, not as fast as he can go but not slow either. His eyes flicker over my face, how my mouth hangs open and my eyes remain unfocused. 

He leans down and kisses me, but I don’t have the state of mind to do much other than lean into his lips so it’s more teeth than lips. “Do you want to come again, princess?” He asks me quietly. “Or do you want to wait for me to be inside of you?”

I grumble something that I don’t even understand as I try to grab at the scattered threads of my thoughts. “You, want to come with you in-fuck!” A particularly harsh thrust of his fingers and curl of them upwards interrupts my words.

He chuckles lowly. “Okay baby, but I have to take my fingers out first okay?” He soothes as he slows his movements to an infuriating hum. 

“Hurry,” I cry out. The fire inside of me feels demanding, the flames grabbing onto anything and everything. The feeling of his lips soothing over the marks he left on my skin as he slips his fingers out of me. The feeling of his hair in my hand as I scratch against his scalp. The sound of his boxers being slid off and the way his weight settles back on top of me. I blink up at him, focusing my sight again. “Chris.”

“I know sweetheart, I am right here,” He hums, lifting my legs up to be pressed between us, to put me on display for him. “How many more can you take, love?”

I shake my head, not in disagreement but because I don’t know. The motion makes him smile.

I feel the head of his cock brush over my clit as he says, “Okay, use your colors like a good girl?”

I nod, desperate for him to just get inside of me. To make me feel full, take away the emptiness that I had drowned in false anger and way too much coffee while he was gone. 

“Good girl,” he whispers right as he enters into me, going slow so I feel how he forces into me. His cock is wet, he must have coated it in lube or my juices without me realizing, making the stretch smoother but still leaving that pain that always makes my toes curl. I may be a sadist, but who wouldn’t be when their boyfriend was thick enough to make three fingers feel easy?

He always went slow at first, no matter how many times I said I liked the stretch. No matter how many times I demanded he make me feel like I was being split open. No, Chris always inched into me with such patience it made me bite down on anything I could. Sometimes my lips, others my tongue, and today I had my teeth buried in his shoulder at the insistent gentleness. 

“There we go,” he said with a groan as his pelvis met with mine. I bit down harder in a wordless demand for him to move, impatient for more than just the heavy weight of him in me. He moaned. “I know, just give me a second, need to fucking breathe. So tight, baby.” 

I hummed, letting my teeth unlatch and instead licking at the bite marks in his skin as I relaxed into his hold. I was happy to go slow if he needed it, but hated if he went slow because he didn’t want to hurt me. After all, I found that pain only added to my pleasure. 

As I licked over the reddened skin again, I felt him adjust his weight over me. Settling his upper body onto his elbows as he began to pull out of me only to shove back in with a harsh and powerful thrust.

I made a noise that sounded like a squeak as my body took the force of his thrust and I felt how he moved inside of me. 

That is how he decided to keep going, pulling out only a small bit before shoving himself back in fully in forceful thrusts. The room was full of the sounds of grunts and whimpers, the quiet thud of his pelvis hitting my own.

“God, how do I ever leave you? Shit this is all I want, love you so much baby,” he grunted into my ear as he sped up. I could tell this would not last long, that we were both already diving down to the full depths of pleasure. 

But we had the whole week to go slow, to tease and edge, to dance around orgasms. Right now? Right now I wanted my boyfriend to come inside of me, to make me dizzy with lust and lose myself in another orgasm.

Chris seemed to have the same thoughts in mind as his thrusts became erratic, his hips shifting to change the angle of his cock. I moaned as the head of it started to hit the upper wall of my vagina, creating a pressure that tipped me into the chasm where I felt like I was floating on the pleasure. 

“So close baby, fuck, can’t last long in this tight pussy,” Chris groans over me. His breathing is mixed with low moans and grunts as he pounds into me. If he wasn’t caging me in with his body, I would be pushed up the bed with each thrust, but instead his elbows were right above my shoulders and his weight held my legs down into my chest, keeping me completely still and at his mercy as he chased his pleasure.

My body felt weightless, only able to pay attention to where his skin met mine or how his cock scraped against my walls. 

“Chris!” I screamed suddenly, my entire body shaking and my pussy clenching around his cock as the full force of my orgasm hit me without warning. I felt overwhelmed in the best way, only able to think about him. The constant chatter in my mind lost in the feeling of sharp pleasure through every cell in my body.

Chris stilled in me with a long drawn out moan and he twitched against my walls. I felt the warmth of his cum inside of me. “Fuck!” He sighed as he collapsed on top of me. I loved being crushed under him. His lips found my ear and pressed a whisper of a kiss against it. “So fucking good baby, shit.”

I hummed happily as I closed my eyes. I started to come back to myself in bits and pieces, the aftereffects of the orgasm thrumming through me. This was content, this was satisfied. If Chris wasn’t here, I would feel cold and empty and bored after an orgasm. I always did unless it was with him, unless he was here to keep my body singing. 

When he wasn’t here that fact frustrated me. How co-dependant was I that I couldn’t fucking come without my boyfriend here? But that wasn’t true. I was just different, I needed the physical connection for sex to feel good, the emotional intimacy to get me aroused

Chris pulled out of me slowly, the movement dragging me out of my thoughts as he dragged himself out of my pussy. “Okay princess, I want cuddles and kisses, but first a shower?” He asked as he rolled off of me. He propped himself up on his side and brushed my hair off of my face.

I smiled up at him lazily. “Wanna watch a stupid movie?” I suggested.

Chris smiled brightly at me. “Absolutely. We can pick something purely garbage, oh we haven’t watched Twilight in a while?” he mentioned and I lit up at the idea.

“Yes please!” I giggled. “I want to mock the Sparkly McBroodster and Madam Indigestion!” 

My stupid nicknames made him chuckle as he pulled himself off the bed. Picking me up as soon as his feet were secure on the floor. He demanded to carry me to the bathroom any chance he got, and I gave up a long time ago on pretending like I didn’t love it. 

“Looks like you left the bathtub full,” he commented as he set me down on the bathroom counter. I blushed.

“I was trying to relax, couldn’t stop watching the clock while waiting for you,” I admit shyly. My flushed face and small smile earn me a small kiss.

Chris moves to drain the tub before starting the shower. “That’s good baby, I am proud of you.” I instantly relax at the praise, watching as he tests the temp of the water. He always goes a tad too cold for my liking, something about not wanting to burn our skin off. But the way he hums to himself in affirmation is adorable. 

He turns back to me and I make grabby hands at him, acting like the spoiled brat I am. “Carry me?” I ask in a sing-song voice.

“Always,” He sweeps me up into his arms and carries me under the warm water. Letting me rest my head over his heart as he sets my feet on the tiled floor. I lean against him as he rinses us both off, carefully lifting my leg to scoop out the bit of his cum that is still leaking out of me. He kisses my hair. “I love you, baby.”

I smile and tilt my head up to meet his eyes. “I love you more. Thank you for the song, Chris.” 

[ruckis--rookie]

If you're seeing this, this means I've finally completed Mario & Luigi Brothership! 🎉🎉🎉

And that also means that as a vet and long standing fan of the series I get to critique it as such! Hooray!!!

I'm going to leave my thoughts under the read more, since I don't feel like dividing up any potential spoilers with non-spoilers, and so that people can read at their leisure. That said:

DISCLAIMER!!! WARNING!!! These are wholly my thoughts and feelings and do not reflect how I think other people should feel! I am not here to debate my opinions on it and I am not here to preach to, make fun of, or force my views onto someone else! This is strictly just to share my experience!!! Basically meaning like... please don't type a mile long paragraph on my post about why you disagree with me or be weird about it and vaguepost. I wont read it and I won't acknowledge inappropriate behaviors towards a simple request. If a comment has either "but" or "except" in it you've already failed.

That out of the way, I know it's a miracle that this series even got a new installment and that a new company is handling it, but if you're going to put "Mario and Luigi" in the title I'm going to judge it just as I would any other installment of the series. Said company allegedly had old developers from Alphadream on the team overseeing the project so its hardly an excuse. I am not this hypercritical when it comes to many other series, just this one and a few others. It stems from a place of extreme passion and love for the game.

Be prepared for the nitpickiest of nitpicks and high praise over the most simple of things! HERE WE GOOOOO!!!

The things I like about the game:

The Charisma. The writing is so freaking cute, the characters are extremely likeable, and even the cutscenes have so much personality. I was so worried it was going to be as stale and tired as Paper Jam was but I was thankfully proven very wrong, and for that I am grateful

The battle plugs are a really fun addition! I adore the variety and freedom to experiment. I was initially very iffy about it because some of the seemed very cheatsy and hand holdy (cough cough easy counter/auto excellent/auto luigi) but I was swayed otherwise with the compromise of it having limited uses and needing to charge back up.

Speaking of. THE BATTLES. OH MY GOD THE BATTLES. The input flows so nicely it doesn't feel delayed anymore (to me at least). The bros moves are fun and badass. I was on the fence because the way the bros attacked are different than in most of the installments, but it grew on me. Heck even the boss battles have their own personality and I love it

Hatch me if you can. OMFG. AS A YOSHI FAN IM EATING SO GOOD. I AM FEASTING. HE LOOKS SO BADASS. IHFHFHSJG but yea I really like that bros move

Also DORRIE. DORRIE IS IN THIS GAME? OH MY GOD YEESSSS.... 🥺💖 I also find it funny that the islanders reacted with very reasonable terror. They're like "OH MY GOD A GIANT FUCKING DINOSAUR STAY AWAY KIDS IT MIGHT EAT YOU" and the bros group is just like "Nah its chill this is our good friend she dont bite" HDHFHGHDS

The reefs are a very cute addition and as an artist I adored Rumbla island with all my heart. I love Maykit and I love Issarock. I love Twistee Island, and Dyode, and auuuughhghgh <3

The enemy designs are freaking amazing and adorable and oiugh 💞💞💞 I love that Capnap made a comeback unironically one of my favorite enemies from DT, and Krode is such a clever dericitive of the Treevil enemy.

Optional expert challenges that are actually difficult??? Yes. YES. YESYESYES. I FEEL HEARD.

Bruuuhgh the little rhythm games make my entire week. I love rhythm games and I love music and I love dance ajhdjajfjs it was appreciated even if it's a very minimal part of the game.

I kinda loved the Shark Bone encounter on Allsand Island? I love enemies that force you to run away. Honestly it gave me a well needed reality check haha, I was getting too confident in my abilities. It was the first and only time I had a game over.

I originally started out disliking the UFO field maneuver in place of the brother's flying twist, but once it got its secondary function I honestly couldn't stay mad at it. It had the same charm and brand of ridiculousness that made me fall in love with the Yokai Watch series so I couldn't help but laugh.

Glohm as a status effect is actually ingenious. I was legitimately thinking to myself "why don't they just do that to the bros and make them ill-cooperative. It would take apart their dynamic entirely". I was pleasantly surprised when it became the case later in the game, and it does just that. Their strength hinges on their bond, so destroy that bond, and you hinder the bros immensely. I genuinely love how genius that is, that's scary. But in a good way. I was slack jawed for a whole two minutes during the fight with Zokket when you're basically pitted up against your Glohm possessed brother.

The main villains are scarily efficient. I know that it's 100% on purpose, but you don't realize just by how much until you think about it. Usually it's normal for the bros and co. to be 1 step behind the antagonists and know exactly what their next move is. But not the Extension Corps. You're almost 5 steps behind them at every moment and you have NO clue what they're doing throughout most of the game. When interrogated about their plans they're literally like "why tf would we tell you" AND I LOVE THAT OMG I LOVE SMART VILLAINS... The trade off is that they have no sense of foresight which is understandable when you act so quickly you don't worry about consequences. as someone who has a villain OC who is absolutely hellbent on saving time and being as efficient as possible, so much so that it influences him to be very opportunistic in nature and utilitarian in terms of strategy, who lacks foresight completely, the rep is very appreciated here.

Speaking of the villains, the main big baddie is... hollly shit. I wasn't expecting some evangelical psyche horror. This is quite a few more echelons above the Dark Star, heck, as much as I like the guy Fawful has NOTHING on Reclusa. Not even the Shroobs were quite as deranged. They were just looking to cultivate. Fawful was just conquering for the sake of getting the adoration he deserved. But nah, Reclusa is hellbent on destroying the world through a slow burning rot as everyone is forced into isolation, into their own little worlds, blissfully unaware of what's happening around them. Forced into a position of helplessness where they are none the wiser. Saying Reclusa is basically a primordial god of sociopathy and isolation isn't even an overstatement. Not for revenge or anything, no, but because of his nature of being the embodiment of hatred skewing his view of an ideal world and forcing that belief onto other people. Hell, he even manipulates the one of the few people that could stand against him by using her care taking nature against her. It basically turns into Persona 5 the Mario game and I am so here for it.

It takes you like 3 tries to actually confront Reclusa just to fight him and almost lose. Once you DO square off, there's like... what, 4-5 different phases? That's crazy to me. Not to mention Reclusa nearly SUCCESSFULLY downed the bros FOR GOOD. the only reason they're alive is because Connie showed up just in the nick of time and that ALMOST DIDNT EVEN WORK because she showed up moments before it would have been too late. All of this happens within the game that Reclusa debuted in and that counts for a lot considering it took Fawful 3 games of buildup to get where he was. But Reclusa did """Die""" in his starring game so minus points for that one chief (/hj)

Holy crap they made it so the normal Magikoopas wear orange to distinguish Kamek. I'm not sure if it was THIS game that made that change, but I've been wanting it for years and it's a trope I hope continues because honestly magic turtle gramps is so underrated and badass.

ALSO HIS INTRO WITH BOWSER IS... CHEFS KISS. I was slackjawed watching that entire cutscene. Offandon Island too, the interaction with Buddy as he runs off, only for you to discover the flag with Bowser's coat of arms... MWAH. Legit made me gasp. He comes in SWINGING.

There's so many animations and so much tiny attention to detail that it's incredible. Legit has me floored as an artist. Even the title screen changes towards the end of the game. if ykyk. Reclusa searching and the screen going 👁️ 🇲 🇱before popping up and laughing at the player.

I appreciate Starlow got more positive limelight this time around. Honestly people misinterpret her so badly. They mistake her love language in the form of playful bullying for malice and its disgustang. She's a bit brash and standoffish at times yeah, but she's gone out of her way to apologize or acknowledge that she was wrong, humbling herself when need be. I blame Paperjam for doing her a massive disservice, the dialogue in that game was SO mishandled. Heck, she still "makes fun of" Luigi by not acknowledging his name. OR. so it would seem at a glance. But when things get serious and someone does get antagonistic towards the bros she acknowledges him by name pretty quickly and jumps to defend him. Showing that YES, THIS IS DONE ON PURPOSE, BUT ITS IN GOOD FUN... And her just waltzing in and visiting Bowser to give him a get better gift as a "friend" while he's still injured, despite the fact that he claims he doesn't like her, is a good reflection of her personality. Having the gal to place a meaty piece of spicy chicken on his head TO HIS FACE so playfully just like "boop!". C'mon thats endearing asf. If you honestly hate her for having a distinct personality you must be really fun at parties.

I love how we get to see more of Bowser's good nature shine through here. He's one of Nintendo's best and most classic villains because he's... not really a villain. He's a conqueror at best. Sure he's selfish and hot tempered. He's a tyrant and goes about getting what he wants the wrong way. But we see in SMRPG and BIS that he's a loyal leader who cares about his minions. In most Mario Party games he doesn't take from someone who has nothing, rather he donates to those in need. We see in this game that he's a loving father, marching straight over to Zokket to beat his ass for kidnapping his kid even though he himself was mortally injured. We see him and his minions actually caring for an island that was in trouble, giving them food and very adamant protection against Zokket's forces. We love to see it.

I love the entirety of the bros get VRd sequence. Like, it's clear from the get-go something is wrong. Through subtle dialogue text you can tell that the bros want to go back to Concordia, and that they aren't happy they're back in the Mushroom Kingdom. NPCs making comments about Concordia and how nice it was, the insistence that you smile for everyone, the urging you to continue forward with the programmed illusion, the manipulation into trying to get you to stay there with them forever. It gets even worse come the second sequence. You go into the castle and it starts all over again. You don't even see the castle's interior. It's planned laziness. laziness in a way I can accept from a development standpoint. They COULD have made the interior of Peach's castle, but they made it so much more freaky with the groundhog day vibes. It also adds to the slightly outdated tech feels. Supposedly Reclusa is ancient, but modern VR can harbor hundreds of massive maps. Reclusa could only muster the one liminal space for hundreds, possibly thousands of individuals. Not to mention its what little of Mario's world Reclusa must have seen given thats where one of the few portals opened. But anyways, the dialogue becomes progressively more stale with each sequence. You can feel Reclusa's impatience in them. They start mentioning Concordia less and less as Reclusa fights it, pushing himself to the point that the simulation starts to break down. NPCs start getting progressively more out of character until you're able to basically activate debug mode and hunt Reclusa down. Even the hidden items felt like a nod to off-map items that just haven't been loaded yet. You corner Reclusa until he's finally had enough and ushers you to enter the castle, where you're met with an empty void, a spiraling red carpet to freedom with the only thing standing in your way being a hollow mirage of you dear princess begging you to stay... I feel like they should have included a game over if you said yes but I digress, absolutely amazing part of the game.

The things I care too much about™:

The pacing is ABYSMAL. And this is coming from someone who enjoyed Dream Team as a slow burner. It takes way too damn long to get the first bros move, and the time between getting each bros move is also wayyy to gd long. There are moments where it feels like there's just. Nothing. There's too much nothing going on. It's monotonous and not in a good way. At the very least, progressing and getting to see the next cutscene or character interaction is enough to keep me engaged... just barely. My ADHD was struggling w this game ngl.

It's way too handholdy. Yeah, a grown adult is griping about a kids game being too easy, whomp whomp. A tale as old as time. And it wouldn't be an issue if they weren't very clearly trying to pander to their original, older audience as well with references and nods to past games. Honestly this is a gripe of mine that isn't exclusive to this game, its happening to a lot of modern games. At the same time it's as simple as adding a difficulty setting towards the beginning of the game that changes some of the functionality. Similar to what Dream Team did. I'm also under the firm belief that kids deserve better. We shouldn't be dumbing down video games. Kids aren't dumb. A game being difficult is so much more rewarding when you finally beat it. Volo's battle as well as Drayton's battle, Gigantamax layers, and 7 star raid dens are some of the most genuine fun I've had in a Pokemon game in a loooong while for that exact reason. Meanwhile, I've still just barely had to buy any items from the store. Get rid of that stupid fucking heal block so I can actually enjoy the charm of getting a back massage. Is that so hard... at the very least I do appreciate the fact that it ramps up in difficulty towards end game and they include the DX Glohm fights.

Not the biggest fan of the choppy animal crossing esque voices? I know for a fact it was definitely due to time constraints because Starlow as well as some of Bowser's minions don't even have anything like that 😭 but tbh they should've kept it simple, like what they did for TTYD remake. It would have been less disjointing. Or at the very least they could have taken the BIS samples and put a reverb over it, even that would have made it better.

I'm... honestly not the biggest fan of the red shell attack being able to hit flying targets. Do I like how quick and smooth it is compared to the green shell? Absolutely, I do, but it could have just as easily been applied to the green shell as well. Heck, I kinda like that it mirrors the respective bros' fighting style. It's meant to add more variety I know, but... that shouldn't be the case. Functionality wise they're supposed to mirror one another. That's how its always been. And for them to need to change the red shell to hit arial foes does more harm than good, because it speaks volumes about just how long it takes to get a new bros move to serve the same purpose. It would have been so nice if the red shell just swept in from the other side of the screen similarly to Luigi's green shell, but on the opposite side.

I don't like the copius amount of nostalgia catering. A little less than half of the bros moves being returning bros. moves from past games make me sad in a mournful sense. The one bros move that should be an exception to this they managed to mess up in my eyes. The returning moves did grow on me a little because they're genuinely fantastic recreations for this game, but I really wish they stuck to making more original bros moves. The ones that DID stem from this game I thought were genuinely outstanding. The amount of references just... it'd be fine if it were few and far in between but it's like a quarter of the game and it makes me wanna vom after a while. It's like trying to forcefeed me copius amounts of bitter sweet sugar.

Why. Why God why, Luigi's select button not the B button. WHY is it the A button. It took be a while to get used to it and even towards the end of the game I STILL fudge the attacks on occasion. Years of muscle memory down the shitter. Nuff said.

THEY TOOK MY FUCKING LEVEL UP ROULETTE BONUS >:( I know it's such a small thing to gripe about but there should be NO REASON that it's gone! It's been there for every other game, so what the eff!!!

I hate that there's no penalty for holding up your hammer forever while defending. This isn't recent, I think it's been a thing since BIS or DT...? I can't remember at the moment. But its always been something I disliked because you can already cheese the jump dodges by pressing both buttons at the same time. Having the hammers break as consequence felt like an appropriate buffer to level it out. They could have just as easily made that a feature of the easy counter plug instead of making it standard.

There's also no penalty to getting surprise attacked from behind in the overworld. Given you can still do the attack of opportunity in the overworld for some extra damage, it feels cheap as hell. You don't get stunned, you don't take damage, nothing. Perhaps the most damning thing is Luigi doesn't even count as an overworld hitbox for you half of the time >:/ a chunk of the time Luigi being run into by an enemy just. Doesn't count because of the jank semi-automation.

Luigi being semi automated is a load of garbage tbh. It messes with the platforming and the flow of things. I honestly want to know how hard it would have been to swap the model's properties. Like have him be connected to Mario normally, and when a section comes up where you need Luigi to branch off, just have him disconnect and do the thing he's deliberately programmed to do, and then have him approach and snap back to Mario when he's done! Him being fully semi automated feels so obstructive for no reason. Esp when you're exploring and Luigi gets caught on something, so you have to backpedal during a very important platform segment because of something beyond your control.

This might actually be a surprising one given I adore the tall green bro but... I. dislike. To put it nicely. The fact that the game is so luigi centric. He deserves his time in the spotlight, but not like this. It feels so shoehorned in like. Dream Team was an exception because it was deliberate and it was the Year of Luigi. It was expected. It's called Mario and Luigi BROTHERship for a reason. It's not "Luigi and Luigi Luigiship". The charm of the Luigi logic wears off quick. It feels so forced to me. Like, we've done silly solutions and hijinks like this in the past, but they always did it together as a team. They put their heads together and came up with a solution. It never was just Luigi's logic, it was the bros logic. Which would make sense, because it's CALLED BROTHERSHIP. ITS ABOUT THE BROTHERS! ITS ABOUT BONDS SHARED WITH EACH OTHER! AUGH!!! I don't want to see the same 10 second cutscene just to watch Luigi push some chubby kid through a hole in the wall when it would be just as charming, if not moreso without it! To this game's credit though, Mario fucking killing a guard on Onandoff Island with a barrel being completely his idea was a refreshing and hilarious change 😭

I hate the fact that there's still no penalty for running away, and in some cases the game even encourages you to do so. On top of making battle skill redundant, it takes away from moments like Allsand Island. When you're practically forced to run away because of the Shark Bones? Even having something as simple as dropping coins as your punishment, which the game puts a lot of emphasis on with rare and expensive items, would be good. As much as I like my fleeing to be involved and engaging, even just the chance to fail alone without doing anything else would be better.

It's good to see the bros ball making a comeback but it... feels horrible to play? It's very slow in the overworld which defeats the purpose it had in Pit. You shouldn't have to wait to get a faster option. However, I'd like to think these are foreshadowing a remake for a certain game that deserves it but... with how sales have been for the game I'm not sure that'll happen soon.

The battles play well enough at the expense of the overworld feeling empty and playing slower. At least half of the time they do, the hitboxes are jank asf. Sometimes the enemy's moves are too merciful, sometimes they're merciless. Some of the timing is dreadfully slow so that the Glohm enemies can have more normally paced attacks that you can actually dodge. The balance is very poor overall.

The fishing kinda sucks. Ngl. I'm someone who adores fishing mini games. I got very excited to see a fishing game in Brothership. I was quickly let down. I sailed across several different seas, interchanged between both bros as well as bait. Hardly any variety in fish like I was promised. And I did this DOZENS of times. Not only does this one feel highly confusing with not much direction, but it's the least engaging fishing mini game I've ever played. Even the cartoon Sims fishing games are more fun. I'm saying this as someone who enjoys chainfishing in PKMN XY. At the very least, it was neat to see it utilized as a side quest tool, but that's not saying much. If there is something unique you can get while fishing I'm not sticking around long enough to find out. The game itself is already 30-50 hours long.

Even with the fast travel that you get for Shipshape backtracking can still be extremely sluggish for much longer travels. It's not too damning, just means I can put my Switch down and focus on something else for about 3 minutes.

Not sure how I feel about the strangely anti anti-social propaganda? I know WHY it was done obviously what with the game being "the power of friendship tm". This is such a minor gripe of mine and I'm absolutely overdramatizing it but I found myself relating to Reclusa in SOME cases. I say some cuz uhhh yeah Reclusa is (purposefully and thematically) a complete sociopath. But his final words being "UGH. People." had me laughing and shouting "SAME". The sentiment that having to worry about other people is just too exhausting had me nodding. That's why I drift towards stronger, more independent people or people who are introverted and reclusive like me. I'm not mad about it I just found it funny.

I wish we saw/got to know more about Gorumbla and the extension corps. Gorumbla has a very mysterious backstory as a character that we just never tap into and the Extenshun Corps is kinda just like...??? why did they join Zokket to begin with? Even in one of the journals Zokket wrote he was like uhhh idk. they will die by my hands tho. It was explicitly stated they just joined for some reason. They weren't created like the other troops. And then after all the trouble they caused they go back on it and help you fight Reclusa before turning a new leaf. So what was. the point?????? HUH. And why do they look drastically different than everyone else? Why does Gorumbla look like he comes from a different world entirely like the bros? So many unanswered questions... And unfortunately I only speak English so I can't read flavor dialogue from other games even if I wanted :(

Adaphne. She's successfully passed Broque and Bedsmith on my disliked characters by a landslide.

Other thoughts and overall opinion:

I started out heavily disliking the game, but I desperately wanted to enjoy it so I stuck with it. Maybe it was because I was still mourning the death of the past gen's developer team. Maybe it was because I had grown oh so slightly resentful towards the series from personal reasons. But regardless I gave it the chance it deserved and I'm glad I did. It's an excellent addition to the series. I'm not going to pretend like its not an attempt to revive the series for future cash grabs. It only happened because of the recent successes of The Mario Movie and the remakes for TTYD and SMRPG. But for what it is, its an absolutely amazing game.

I wish they would have continued development potentially until the release of the next console. Not only would it have given them more time to refine what they were trying to build, but they would have had better hardware to work with. That isn't to say that it doesnt already have a lot, by god it does. I'm actually really impressed with how much content it has. But there were very small details that felt like they wanted to do a lot more with but didnt have time. Overall I want to see the series continue to thrive, but the market for M&L games is niche as is. Traditional RPGs are past their prime time with the ever dwindling attention span. Brothership kinda flopped on release day, so if this series is to see a resurgence... only time will tell. I hope with Christmas on the way it'll see more attention.

Also I know another complaint was that the game has "too much dialogue" and I find that funny. I'm sorry but if you complain about an RPG having too much dialogue you immediately lose all rights to critique it lmaooo "Role-playing" is literally in the name. My gamer in christ do you know, by definition, what that means. 😭

In conclusion If you love saccharine sweet character interactions then the game is for you. Ironically my complaint isn't that there's too much dialogue, its that there's too much in between just to get to the meat and potatoes. A lot of my dislike towards it came from the game having a chronically slow start. It isn't till the near end where you really get into the good stuff. And when it gets good, it gets REALLY good. If you have rampant ADHD like me you might be better off watching a lets play and forming your own opinions, But I encourage you to push on because to say the ending had me sulking is gracious. It had me ugly crying throughout the entire credit sequence.